once upon a gloomy night, as phil was sitting by the lightreading books on physics that just seemed to him a bore,suddenly, as if unable, to stay awake, upon the table he laid his heavy head down as if summoned to a distant shore."dreams are my escape," he said, off to the distant shore.off to dream, and nothing more.
then distinctly, when he woke, assuming it was all a joke, all around him there was smoke, and even fire upon the floor.loudly his voice he did raise,shouting high above the blaze"is thishell?" was the phrase heshouted, knowing nothing more.no longer in his study, flameserupting more and more.leaping high from off the floor.
suddenly he heard a voice, and knowing that he had no choice but to turn his head to see whatever he was looking for.in front of him, in that place, stood the flaming hands and faceof someone, not the human race had ever seen before,in front of phil, and nothing more. a skull ablaze and hands of fire, never seen before,in front of phil, and nothing more.