仄暗い空間、無数の羽音に囲まれ、
老人の口元が歪に曲がる。

幾星霜を経て、人の身はとうに捨て去り、
何に変わろうとも生き長らえてきた。
ついには己が願望も変容し、狂気だけが遺った。

Lit by ashen light, surrounded by countless fluttering wings, the old man's mouth twists into a grin. After countless years, he had long since shed his human form, enduring whatever transformation was necessary to prolong his existence. Even his own desires have warped. Only madness remains.