"I need the dreams again. No, I need the visions. There, just beyond the turn of a shadow. There, waiting impatiently for eyes to figure out just what it was that was so black. Or so red. Old, old blood, making you wonder. Where did it come from? Why did I not see it earlier, when last I walked through? Dawning, ever so slowly. You had forgotten who's it had been. You had forgotten why you had splattered it in the first place."