Stories Are Relics, Part Of An Undiscovered

Hearts Are Tough, Most Times They Don't Break. Most Times They Are Only Bend

Sometimes Loving Eyes Don't See What They Don't Want To See.

And Suddenly It Didn't Seem To Matter Any More, Nothing Would Matter If She Could Turn Over, Turn Over And See The Stars, Turn Over And Look Once And Die.

Yet Suppose Further. Suppose That All Worlds, All Universes, Met At A Single Nexus, A Single Pylon, A Tower. And Within It, A Stairway, Perhaps Rising To The Godhead Itself. Would You Dare Climb To The Top, Gunslinger? Could It Be That Somewhere Above All Of Endless Reality, There Exists A Room?...' You Dare Not.' And In The Gunslinger's Mind, Those Words Echoed: You Dare Not.

What A Paragon Of Virtue You Are, Gunslinger!" The Man In Black Laughed.