literal skullduggery, sneaking about.

Hello to the words on the page! When we meet it is like pictures in the mind; it is like slipping behind a mask made of smoke and speaking in the voice of a stranger; it is transformative. Thank you words, I am flabbergasted, amused, and terrified. We are trapped inside the fortress of the skull, protected yet besieged. Following the cyphers, the little black blotches that drip down into the cellars of memory, we traverse time inside an invisible cloak woven from the strands of someone else's hair. Don't toss the garment off too quickly, to reveal oneself here is to forfeit knowledge and break the spell. Besides, the path lies marked out before us. All we have to do is follow and all is revealed.