Someone had manipluated their voice so that it sounded like a nature documentary and was saying, "In a faraway corner of this room's estranged thought, nothing is left but the black sun. It is the sun of tragedy and being near it makes you feel empty. Yet it's just the sort of thing that you sometimes can't help but find yourself attracted to if for no other reason than to contemplate yourself in it as if its tainted, non-reflective surface were a direct correlation to what it is you actually feel inside."