All your life has led to this moment.
-Lamb, tell me a story!
-There was once a pale man with dark hair who was very lonely.
-Why was it lonely?
-All things must meet this man. So, they shunned him.
-Did he chase them all?
-He took an axe and split himself in two.
-So he would always have a friend?
-So he would always have a friend.
-They laugh.
-And scream!
-And dance.
-And flee!
Drift gently into oblivion.
Hush now, rest.
The weft and weave of fate guides… um… uh… how did that poem go again?
There you are!
