There is a great poison in this land, and it is as sweet as roman wine.
All will taste it, most will wither and fade, and a few brave souls will cast it aside and walk naked into the unknown.
Who can say if the mystery holds more comfort than this sleep, I cannot, for I do not know.
But I will gamble on the flames of the sun, before I surrender to gravity, and the legions of the lost.
Will you join me in the fight?