"Do you hear it? It’s the silence... Your new mistress." In my palms — silver and cold, hard steel. I weave an endless veil from the pain you feel... The Witch has no sparks. The Jester... he’s finally still. Every breath you take... is bound by my will. I am the Puppet Master... lord of the silent gears... The Architect... of all your broken years... The threads are tight. The heart is tame. The world beneath my heel... has no more name. The Old Man patches junk. Fool. It’s all mine now. I drive a needle into every joint... I show you how. No will. No scream. Only my command. I see the end... in the hollow eyes where you stand. I weave your memories. I erase the line. I drive my absolute void into your spine. You’re just the nails... in my frame, you stay. Stay with me... in this eternal... decay. I am the Puppet Master... architect of bone... The threads are tight. You are not alone. The stage is empty. The wick is out. I turn you into dust. Without a doubt. It’s... beautiful. The steel of my threads pierces through the soul... All you ever loved — is now a black hole. I am your creator... I am your goal. "Freeze."
