The Figure I escaped and ran but he grabbed me and pulled me and took me with him. Cursed figure that we do not see but which spreads. He is a unrecognized Vulto experience fey appearance. Whispered the figure: Are you afraid of a man without a face! Yes – with some fear. Fear not because I only exist in the presence of light. I have spoken of light and energy but never a man whose face is unknown and appears voluptuously and run fleeing without achiev-ing the physique. The figure is a being of darkness can not live without light. Are a strange shade that you hide in the dark and silent. But surges and light with that hat you display faceless, black. I ascend to heaven, to magnify the distortion of your eyes and light metamorphic. Close to heaven as one river, the river with an air of despondency and Sultan respond with the speed of dark skies and co-densified me to the drop Rain crystalline and sharp. But for a man without a face water pierces my body and my own major gabardine not soak. It is made of shadow. These figures have been recreated by the imagination for me in the silent night, chase fleeing the darkness and light demand. I am a friendly shade of misfortune. The Figure of all evil is not there. It is an apparition disappeared.