Listen to me, there is a place you have never seen, and if you have, it must have been in a nightmare.
A long time ago at the Zaire river in Libya
"There is no quiet there, nor silence."
Giant sighing water-lilies that sigh to each other and have long necks reach the sky.
At the boundary of the heaven like realm there is a dark and horrible forest.
The dew falls from the tops of the trees to water the poisonous flowers growing from their roots. The grey clouds rush westward and the trees make great and loud sounds, but there is no wind and it is neither quiet nor silent.
Making my way through the morass I was able to see the large and terrible rock. At first I could not read what it said, but as the moon turned more red, the letters read...