You have been lied to. About everything. The world is mad. You have been made another shivering goblin in the dark, part of someone else's nightmare. There are giant shellfish encrusted engines that make the oceans go around... did you know that? That insects are the gardeners of this world, an enormous hivemind, that works to a single purpose? That at the centre of the earth is a clockwork the size of Mexico City? That clouds are the battlements of heaven, ringing the horizon. That on a clear day you can walk right up to Peter and shake his hand. That dreams are the millions of lives that never happened. Birthmarks and moles are maps of our hereditary. The sky is blue because it is the most beautiful colour to have ever existed. And that of these things, you have been kept ignorant.

For a few men. A handful of lunatics in every generation that maintain the germ. The first circle of hell is nothing more than daily grind and repetition. The most deadly of sins is sloth, and the second most greed. Taken root in the world is a weed of hunting gone wrong and now we are all slaves to it. Because we play along, because it is easy, and because we are kept blind. Because we have forgotten how to dream and given up our ghosts. And for what? A new and different wonder. One far beyond our grasp, and built upon our bones.