How his eyes bleed who has seen what cannot be seen. His screams are silent to us, for they have crept into his skull and replaced all other thoughts; there their din is contained, for his tongue has not moved now for seven years. I fear what flood may pour out if that dam ever breaks, for even a whisper may contain secrets that might shatter the minds of men and send this world into a fearful madness which no nepenthe could sooth. The red tears flow down his cheeks, and what he has seen I pray we never learn.
The Three Patients
Tale Told 