BLACK MERLIN waits in the shadows.
You see him in the corner of your eye. He's a bit like Frank from Donnie Darko. The plane engine crashes down. The mirror bleeds. The barrel reloads - click click - the drums pound. The sound reverses and spirals through your mind.
Black Merlin wonders why your fear is so clear to see. Do you have no strength of will. Do you simply accept what's given to you? Do you not think to question? The darkness overtakes you sometimes.
After the dark comes the light of the day.
The year of the black stuff.