Line to Night Island

Kiss me, you’re beautiful.

Will you come to Night Island?

I’ve been calling.

Tell me, are you there?

I am coming but I cannot say what it is; what are you? Do I understand it right, that you are reading me?

My name is Dun; I am Dark Knight, I am Dark Island, from Night Island.

These words hurt me but they are necessary; tell me, can you feel it too? That something is coming to an end?

Hold my hand, won’t you?

This transmission, this dream, it frightens me?tell me, won’t you, will it turn out all right? Will I be bright? And glorious?

I am a knight though I do not serve a lord; I am anachronism; I am lost but I am moving. I am moving towards you.

Tell me, do you see me yet?

I’m coming!