I walk towards you, light and shadow playing over my hulking body, creating the shifting motley of a jester who speaks not in riddles or puns, but whose tongue summons tales of horror and mystery. In the brief moments that light falls upon me, you see the glint of a bald head, a beard covered face, and eyes both kind and haunted. In an instant, you can tell that the journey to this moment has been a long one for me, and that the road has left its mark upon my soul. My hand reaches out to you seeking support and friendship, two things that have been in short supply in both my life and the world. Moonlight falls upon my waiting fingers...
