Ahh, drone. Funny how extremely slow, repetitive, yet heavy phased guitars drown out the world and still make a melodious impact. Technically not much I would agree, but after listening to Xela's recitation, man, it just moves me. There is a done…

The wind roars. The night is pitch-black. The rails wet. Ideal. I thought it would be harder. Perhaps it is only as hard as one deems it to be. It approaches. I am terrified, but it needs to be done. I let out everything that is human, as a…