Do you remember the 4Chan, Anon? It'll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields… and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
No, Anon. I can't recall the taste of food… nor the sound of water… nor the touch of grass. I'm… naked in the dark, with nothing, no veil… between me… and the wheel of fire! I can see him… with my waking eyes!
Then let us be rid of it… once and for all! Come, Anon. I can't do it for you, but we can do it together.