Searching, For Signs In Perdition

Imagine: hearing the scraping as nails harsh against, their walls Creche preludes sensing this foreboding; crawling, past these veins ? Sanctum sanctorum and macabre's, man-of-war his abomination peering Stepping-stone hallucinations; intuitive marked it's beast ? Ancient's, six'pence.... Monere, a child's eyes prophetic tides omega: hideous, standing where they ought not.