From some place beyond cut shadows is hidden a reclusive form of potential life force; a resonance of inquisitive infinity, warm to an outsider's touch. A murky, disjointed grumbling was curiously calming to the nearby rodents that had been disturbed from their habitual rummaging by the piercing words of one Luke Gunnar. This unexpected voice anew brought forth but one word, drawn out as long as the ear could.. see?
-------"Immm_pressssss_ive," it hissed; a necessarily absence of clarity in its intended meaning. Perhaps if we listen, just a bit, closer.. . .. .

"Tear them apart, Jaques

"Understand the synonymic values of your respect

"and their fear..."