Spent celestial, goddamned infinity staring at the patch of sky, a place where new stars are born to set the darkness echoing. With a coat of penetrating liquid piercing the surface of my body, a sound that clash inside myself, frantic, captivating chaotic beauty, in convulsion of the lungs.
I praise and raise my hands to You, to the most highest and the cruelest God, for whoever you may be…
Set me free.
(Scenes Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (1922). Directed by F.W. Murnau.)