Death walketh the night shroud in a Sulphur mist. Unbroken, endless bonfire circles the continuous mist. Like the ever flowing stream of a perplexing improvisation.
Where you found the real McCoy,
the real grace and the real heart-stopping evil,
was right inside the human mind.
― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch