From the shadows come hunters of the sweet ones, of the honey's of the kind hearts, for at the behest of the evil force they dement them, steal their faculties to render them dumb. If they come, these beings of shadow, keep sweet chocolate at hand - sun given sugar will return your voice and soul. It is the best medication, just looping you in. These are the demons of men, the mean, the demeanour of meanness, the ones who care for nothing but remaining in shadow. One day we pray to cure them too, to return them to them their souls, but first... survive... thrive... take care of yourself.