Part 1 of Essay
I have heard insidious tales of black rains that fall on ashen fields and metal that screams. Until now I have consoled myself that these were nothing more than the delusions of some poor fevered mind. But today I met a harbinger from this desolate place, and now I fear the truth. The harbinger had been influencing my d ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... to the chapel at the edge of the village; the same chapel which had haunted my slumber earlier. At this point madness must have surged through my blood for before I understood what was happening I found myself staring at the rickety old sign at the border of our town which read Melas. As I came nearer to the chapel I expected the tormenting sensation in my head to diminish. Alas, it did not. The truth is that the throbbing increased to what I can only describe as a cranial vibration. This timbre was not ....