Our hero finds himself laying bare to the universe along the rocks of a pitch black lake.

His fingers folded like confused memories and gripped to their own lose strands.

The stars were out, and his breath had escaped him and joined the night time breeze.

Regardless of their shape and prescription, his eyes were shut to the outside world.

The evils as well as the joys were kept from his mind and the fleshy gates so easily screwed tight.

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Our antagonist is out and visiting his friends in their Irish country homes.