The road to where the whereform of why, a god with dragon eyes, a legion of lies in the ocean of space and time. You try, I know, to survive that night, to not die, yet the power found is as low as it is high and has its price. It is as much if not more yours than mine, and here I walk a shadowed blade of a razor line, a shine of a darker kind. One counts ten another nine, the clock crushed, the sky inverted, if I win another day I did just fine.