I lie face up with sealed eyes and a sewn mouth, yet whispers and noises surround me. I am watching from above as a shadow slowly slices my flesh down the middle of my being with a scalpel, from head to stomach, then parting to each limb beneath. It hastefully peels back my skin and begins harvesting it all. More shadows are beckoned and so the feast can begin. Flowing rivers of crimson bathe the ground and walls around me, endlessly flowing out of my being....