Changelings Are Mad

But the horror…the horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.

I hope the dam water that covers will be very deep, but even then, I’ll never drink it. There are only a few of us who remember the strange days now. What touched this place cannot be quantified or understood by human science, or our basic concept, our perception of reality. It was just… a color out of space. A messenger from realms who’s existence stuns the brain and numbs us with the ghost that it throws open before our frenzied eyes.