Blank Doll eats.

Fool.

What is it within a human that fears the dark? Why is the dark associated with the unknown? The darkness is the primeval softness, the nothingness from which all life came from. The darkness encompasses everything. It is sweet and gentle. It is sensual, enveloping Man in its velvet touch. It consumes the soul of Man, extinguishes the fire at his heart and it turns hope to silken despair. What is it within a human that fears the dark? The light is harsh, glaring and rational. It is order and absolute virtue, it is didactic and hard. It kills the lingering shadows, cleave the black curves of night into white planes of angles and lines. What is the light but an aberration of darkness? To feel darkness, to unlock the shadow that treads behind Man, that traces every step, every footprint of humans. Ah to sleep in the night, to return once more into the fold of darkness, to know once more the love of darkness. To hide from the cruelty of light and its final judgment, to rest within the bosom of night and to be caressed by the hand of the dark.

The darkness is not evil because evil does not exist. Morals and values may only thrive in the blindness of the light for in the dark, all is clear. The world is not divided in the darkness for it seeps into every corner where light will not go. It soothes a fragmented soul when light would lance it apart. Trust in the darkness for through it lies the unbroken road to the deepest junction of Man's heart. The core of humanity, its very essence, is obscured by the light for it lays within the reserve of the night.

Deliver me, for the light has taken over. Drink, drink now from the brimming cup of darkness.

C'est tout.