"Yesterday you were in the strangest dream. It was eight p.m. and you were wielding a bloody, red club as you beat up the owner of a sick, black heart. I was choking on diamonds as they smacked me with spades. There was a ghost girl glowing in a zero-loaded symbol, somewhere in the scarlet confusion, with a heart-shaped hole in her chest. She said we didn’t belong here. Her companions could show us the way to freedom, but first we had to sacrifice everything we knew."