For my mind is a haunted place, like a long abandoned estate, strangled in chaos and overgrowth. A place of creakings and shadows, anomalies and ghosts. Strange beasts dwell there, which no mortal man can name. Prodigies appear in the atmosphere. Within the stygian labyrinths of the untended gardens, prophetic utterances occasionally resound. Alas, for the memory of that grim abandonment in whose recognition the chapel bell now thinly tolls.