Her word is from a time to come. The time is the cloak of the sun. She shines for future eyes. Now hear her distant cries. “Your innocence is over. It’s time to speak out your names loud. You’ve already crossed the horizon. The land is no longer your background. I am here to be your shadow. To never leave you in peace. The virgin bride you’re longing for. And the fear that guides you through your dreams.” Her distant cries are transformed into the senseless sighs of a slave. She is a true apostate. Let’s burn her at the stake. Burn her at the stake. Bring her an early grave.