Jakab Grim

I wield a cursor alike a wand and I etch the craft upon a testimony; it is the knowledge, which proceeds, and in wisdom, I have the power of imagination, rooted in observation. Blooming in the days and withering in the seasons: I sought the nightmare. By the breeze, I am anew, and bloom I, unto you.

Nevermore quote me; observe me, evermore.

Jakab Grim