I've always had a deep affection for the strange and unusual. The kind of things that make most people shiver in fear or turn away in disgust, those are the things that have always captured my attention and held it tight. Ghouls, ghosts, beasts of all types - they speak to me in a way that nothing else ever has.
There's something about the darkness that calls to me, whispers sweet promises of something beyond this mundane world we live in. It's not just a passing interest or a fleeting fascination; it's woven into the very fabric of who I am. From my music to my thoughts, from my dreams to my nightmares - everything is tinged with this love for the strange.
Some might call it an obsession, others might call it madness. But to me, it's simply a part of what makes me whole. To deny myself these dark delights would be like denying myself air or water; impossible and utterly foolish.
I find solace in the shadows where others fear to tread. In those empty spaces where only monsters dare roam freely without judgment or fear of retribution. It's there that I feel truly alive, truly understood.
The Minister often questions why I'm drawn to such macabre subjects and why I revel so much in their twisted beauty. He doesn't understand the pull they have on me; he can't see how they whisper secrets only meant for ears attuned to their eerie melodies.
But then again, The Minister doesn't know half as much about true darkness as he thinks he does...and perhaps ignorance is bliss when faced with horrors too terrible even for his jaded eyes.
So here I stand, alone but never lonely amidst my beloved oddities and monstrous companions - basking in their otherworldly glow while savoring every moment spent dancing on the edge between sanity and madness.