Reminiscence
Oblique and Nebulous
Pffffffft, child's play. I was speaking only ov my OUTER chamber ov gloom, ov course. Down in my lair so torturous, grande murals of frostbitten necrofjords doth adorn the walls, and my light source...there is no fucking light. The evil essence ov the doom walls emit only the slightest tinge through the dimensions of aether, making viewing their blasphemy impossible to mortals. Only I, Dark Lord Demorgaard, doth vieweth their pure tyrannical tempest.