the little dark space.
chapter 6 - reflections of conciousness
in the twilight of the evening, or the lightness of the dawn, we trindle trundle trandle, we simply ramble on.
not stopping for the resting, or sitting on the side, we hold our hands before you, showing nothing for to hide.
and those that don't believe us, who think we hide the truth, have simply to look upon this, and not be held aloof.
for why use lies when misdirection does all that we need? to use those lies would be silly, very close to greed.