Once again, today was not a night without dreams. Draziel once again sank into the dark, gory realm of dreams.
He was suddenly trusted into a grey world, and everything in his line of sight was rippling grey figures.
It was as if this entire world was immersed within a grey kind of firmament, clear but unclear. Through the rippling light, he could see countless faces, they seem to be working in something which was in a flat surface. Those faces belonged to humans but to Draziel they seem more like monsters to him.
These faces appeared before him one after another, and their lips opened and closed, creating clashing sound waves. It was as if they were repeatedly saying something, but it wasn't to him, but at each other.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand a word.
