It was in the worm’s radiant warmth that I noticed the shadow of my insignificance. The river didn’t hear my thoughts, and the brightest of stars couldn’t understand my silent plea. There was nothing but infinite delusion left in their hearts, and a semblance of reality simmering in my own. I wanted to become a ghost, yet I couldn’t find the potion She had hidden before she left for Oblivion – a strange place where all clocks tick off-key to invoke the cacophony of ultimate solitude. And that’s when I realized – the pain which I shared with the last specimen of the Albino Devil had already been sold at an unreasonable price.