- -GATE- -

Cold. So cold.

Please...

A metallic smell- Blood? Is it?

Please...

A call; Brother! Brother! Over and over. A mantra.

Please...

And suddenly- there! - there it is.

Please...

The Eyes.

Please...

The Darkness.

Could you?

The Blood.

Would you?

The Gate.

Knock with me?

- -Fin- -