Beneath twisted vines of exceptional lies, exists a simplistic immortal who dares not speak.
Her covered eyes release an echo, one that frightens and silences the weak.
And why dost thou hide from her in the clouds, is it to bypass her howls and shrieks?
Is your fear that condensed, must you avoid her being, or are you simply one of the weak?
It does not matter, not anymore, for her immortality is dominance; thou art no more.