Vision: IV/VI

I truly love you. When I wake up I have dreamed of you, forgotten these dreams, and again remembered your face in them. True, you are evil by your nature. I should hate you; I know as much. You are depraved, twisted, malevolent, the embodiment of wickedness. I know only too well that one who listens to your words, who knows of what exists based solely upon the words you speak, is doomed. Are you laughing at me? In the cold morning, my dream returns to me, a dream of decay and rot; extinct gods in the minds of beings long dead….

IV / VI