A distant memory, a silent whipser, from the darkness. A bleak reminder. A sharp horn, motionless and frightened. Lost in a world, far from reality. Unlabelled, unwanted, lying there broken, stone cold. Decorated in blood, red, the room white. Appearence of insanity. The room scrambled, prized possessions destroyed. All wrapped in a warm blanket, how cosy. The smile rises, the twinkle returns. A laugh to seal the deal. A sign of normality?