“The woodcutter’s wife went into the dark spaces of the forest. She sought out demons and spirits and elementals in those dark spaces. She went in hunt of that which frightened her most. That is what became her undoing. She found what she was looking for. She found me. And now, my dear Viktor, you stand in exactly the same dark spaces. You have arrived. You are now lost in the forest of the mind. You should take care that it doesn’t become your undoing.”
