"I bid thee welcome to this distant setting, this abstract time. Ye lambs of the ungodly God born of Man, enjoy this sacred nocturnal festival to the fullest. Thee, honorable child concentrated by the laws of causality. The Falcon. Thou art the Chosen One. At this time, in this place... The one chosen by the hand of the Great God. We art kinsmen... o blessed King of Longing.
-Void"