It isn’t even that I’m trying to change you, but still knowing me does so, doesn’t it?
These days the burdens you used to accept without fuss rest awkwardly on your shoulders. Seeing me, you acutely feel how your reality tilts askew against your heart.
What if I helped?
Let me see how far you’ll bend with a push and a twist of my hands. Never mind the creaks and cracks of old bones; we can replace them.
Let me take you to the dark places under the world, where the food and drink is offered freely and will make you forget and remember yourself.