It was the voice of Lacrimosa, and now William saw him, for the whole of his vision had dyed a washed grey, and the face of the illusionist loomed large, massive, far beyond the reality of its time, staring down upon him with black eyes the size of planets.
“Your future. Despair, for what hope can there be?”
With this, the face melted into the universal grey of the scene and vanished. As if a light had been extinguished, the moment that Lacrimosa’s overlarge visage had utterly faded, there was...
Published on February 24, 2013 14:15