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A shadow passes across my face. i feel the presence of a superior being near me. I look up, and yet, i see nothing, nothing but the shadow. The Shadow crawls along the floor, and stops near the window, where the darkness presses against the cellar. yes, it is a cellar, it is damp, and cold, and the window is up high... it must be a cellar... I close my eyes as a blinding light shines through the small window. The Shadow dissapears... for the moment. A face comes into view through the small window. It is a womans' face, i am sure of it. She yells, but i hear nothing, for The Shadow has already filled my ears with wax. Wax? Why would The Shadow make sure i did not hear anything...? I pull the wax out, but still, i hear nothing... maybe the cellar is sound-proof? No... noone would sound-proof their cellar... or would some people? Maybe, murderers.... but, how could a shadow kill a man? I look around... and see body parts. A leg here, a hand there, i see a toe hanging on a string. What a weird place... Maybe The Shadow would, or should i say, could, kill a man... No, that is proposterous, a shadow, killing someone? it must have not been his cellar... maybe he is my guardian angel? No, there is no God to watch over me... Or is there? I am confused, maybe The Shadow gave me some drugs? I look back at the window, but the light, or the woman, are no longer there... i look toward the stairway, and think that this must be the way for my escape. i walk toward it, but something passes along my periferals. I look that way, but i see nothing, nothing but The Shadow. I run to the stairway, but my foot snags on a scythe. I crash the floor, scrambling to get up, but a serene calm passes over me. And i feel there is no danger, i look up, to see The Shadow, but i do not feel fear. I feel happiness. Happiness to finally end my suffering. The Shadow offers his hand, and i take it. Then we both pass into the eternal darkness...