Greetings and beyond the veil, now sit down as I tell you tales, from whimsical love, and shining stars above, to the depravity of madness, and debilitating sadness. From the science of the mad, to dark magic of the happy and sad. Take a walk across the mind's Abyss, from which come nightmares dark and dreams of bliss. Poetry from realms beyond comprehension, Some that are happy, and some of depression. So sit down and let each whisper pass, for the foothold of sanity will not last. I am your questionable host, and the realms between my post. I am the one who wanders about, from realm to realm, have you no doubt. I peak into worlds, watching stories unfurl, wandering here and there, encountering everything everywhere. Careful not to step to far, for with the roll of the dice, our madness could be on par.