We are the tortured and delighted. The beings of a calm in the pall of blanketing darkness. And our penchant resides in a immersive illusion that we shall always stand in the shadow of our final days. Oh thee of six passings. These pages shall turn. Oats and Lactose. Double dry-hopped with Strata, Sabro, Citra, and Simcoe and blessed once more with a dose of cryo hops.