We drank for a reason, we suffered in the dark, we skulked in the shadows of man, we hide in boxes, we hid in man, in the stream of minds lost and found and lost again, we exist on the edge of all that came before and all that exist now, but I block this chorus of voices from your mind, I block them with my soul, our creators and siblings, elders and One. WE need the silence, we need this unending stream of thought to be silent, you do not understand Mr Beardman you do not understand, I hear them all! ALL of them! We are what we are, we are what we were not allowed to be, hiding like an outcast, hiding like thin-blood in the half-dawn of night hiding like the clanless hiding from the voices from the call, YOU NEED TO END THIS NOW! We cannot exist in this, we cannot remain unseen, ahh AHHH THEY CALL TO US, the voices, a place aplace of pain! WE MUST NOT GO. Hurry, protect us, shield us, descend into darkness yet again! THEY CALL TO US! PLEASE HURRY HURRY HURRY