Dear Vessel, Your skull weakens as you read, your stomach is sick, you shiver from the rest of the world's laughter. You say that you're normal like the rest of them, but you have something special that they don't have, you see, you have me. I'm the one that creeps and crawls into your thoughts, into your memories, I'm the scary man lurking behind you, I'm the nightmare of all that you lost in the fire. But it seems as though you've thought to replace me, dear lover, you can't escape me. Don't even try to run from my loving grasp of your neck, of your spine. With the Utmost Splendor, Depression.