there, where you're frenglishly afraid to get in, there is hidden the treasure you sought… ‧ it'll not try coming home to you, but it'll linger somewhere in the blue wing of the moon ‧ it'll stalk you to see if you give your soul to those who promised you the magic of paradise , instead of the one who'll follow you even in hell ‧ so be vigilant , — this, it isn't my confession but your frisson , plotted by one whose hell was made in heaven