Never a night passed without the words and sounds that spun round his head like brewing storms, ferocious and unforgiving.

Nor a clear day without an anxious thought taking root, left to fester there lie a wound, unclean, ignored.

No one could imagine the terrible pictures he sees, Violent colors and vivid images of horrific nature deemed too vile to be unleashed upon the masses.

Not one, but two entire entity’s taking shape beneath the calm surface portrayed so convincingly.

No one could know. No one could even guess. No one could stop it. No one would survive.