Liquido Di Morte

We didn't expect we'd be spending one full year moving every frame on any wall in any room. Yet, that happened. And sure it wasn't the one unexpected thing to happen. We were in fact waiting for something or someone to crash through the fourth wall and steal our drinks, just gurgle them down and smash the glasses. But that did not happen. Things were way more far out. Some would say out of hand, even. It didn't come through the wall. It came from above. The Man with the Golden Compass, he was. We had been strangely intoxicated by the fact that all that peeking led to nothing, and right when we started looking somewhere else to make some sense out of this, he spoke. And he spoke the truth. And made us speak the truth, from that day on.