it. They'll go crazy. I'm telling you.
It's the one thing they fear the most. The
damned mirror they thought they broke so long
ago, but here it is, completely
restored, and looking everywhere for
just them. Even the word makes them feel
quite sick as a lost dog. And so here
we are, with our ragged singing art
at their closed and locked door, flaunting it
in their stony faces again. No
wonder they hate us. What's so wrong with
possession, they scream, of everything?
It's an illusion. It only exists
in one flying realm, and then only
as one vanishing mirage. The
rest of the time it's a wide open
mouth with many sharp teeth inviting
you on a magic carpet ride. You
get the horrible picture. The thing
coming that wants to devour you isn't
your unmentionable thing. Wow.
Even your broken boredom's monster
has ice on its fur and between its
toes. Time to take cover. But don't mention
you know what. It will turn them into
something you won't recognize as
human. Hey, you in there, can you hear
me inside your swollen head? It's not
after you to harm you. Say its name
and see what happens. They prefer lonely
lies. What good is a hidden heart?
Oops, I forgot. That was close. Don't mention
it, not even in proximity.
Don't mention it. We're trying to
live forever. Can't you see we're doing
all we can to be the first to
cheat death with its own playing card? But
I mention it because your castle
is on fire. It's the only answer
you've not tried to con out of money.