- -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- -
