[through my hand unto the page we inscribe meaning. purpose. watch as we craft a world of ink and paper. it is quite like a spell, i place the letters in the right order to form words to form a sentence to make your brain dream whatever i desire. for example, a man tied and gagged is buried alive without a coffin. say its a ring gag, the soil forcing its way down his throat into his stomach and lungs. horrid, is it not? yet you could not stop the vision entering your mind. in a sense through our casting into this book, a piece of ourselves extends its lifespan. not eternal, nothing is. but you have an impression of us now, yes? and so we live on through this piece in your mind. Gilgamesh]