Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

Optimism is a most hopeless feeling, but I must retain it.

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

The inner sanctum – my most precious chamber, Daniel. And it lies well beyond the refinery. In fact... it lies beneath the very stone of Brennenburg.

Centuries have passed in vain and I begin to wonder if I will ever be able to see my love again. How much longer can I sustain my life?