Kiss me, you're beautiful. Will you come to Night Island? I've been calling. Tell me, are you there? I am coming but I cannot say what it is; what are you? Do I understand it right, that you are reading me? My name is Dun; I am Dark Knight, I am Dark Island, from Night Island. These words hurt me but they are necessary; tell me, can you feel it too? That something is coming to an end? Hold my hand, won't you? This transmission, this dream, it frightens me--tell me, won't you, will it turn out all right? Will I be bright? And glorious? I am a knight though I do not serve a lord; I am anachronism; I am lost but I am moving. I am moving towards you. Tell me, do you see me yet? I'm coming