I have drunk from bowls scrawled with runes I could not decipher. I have drunk wines some say have been aging from the beginning of time. I have drunk from streams that flow down from the vaults of Heaven, though each time after, I forget where they are, and must be led back by guides who never touch the waters. I have drunk concoctions said to be liquefied night, cold and black, with the taste of ink — perhaps that's all they were, ink. I have drunk from the blood of the Lamb slain at the foundation of the world, but we all have, whether we know of it or no. I have drunk of many things, but these were distilled in dreams, most of them: one, however, I must say that thus I did drink, and tell it true.
me?!
caintheexile