[h2][center][color=92278f]Cleo[/color][/center][/h2]
Without another word, Cleo lifted up Penn and pinned him to the wall by pressing one hand forcefully against his abdomen, he ignored the other boys fear and anxiety - he may have even made it worse, but in any case he stopped talking for a few precious seconds. When he spoke, however, he was no longer facing Penn; instead, he looked out the window, the same glass shattering grin on his face.

[color=92278f]"Oh yes, first hand,"[/color] he said softly. [color=92278f]"So far, only my sister has been able to put up with my madness, but I think that's just because she's might be insane . . . no, scratch that, she [i]is[/i] insane, just in her own way. Still, all she does is tolerate my chaos, there hasn't really been anyone that's [i]understood[/i] it."[/color]

Again, he turned to face Penn, and this time, with half his face away from the light, he looked more monster than human - an unspeakable mass of horror that cannot be put into words. The places that shone with light served to emphasize the darkness on his self, and the features that were darkened by with shadows haunted his face with an ethereal caricature of the human face; it was difficult to stare straight at it, and they blurred as they were concealed behind a foggy window.

Figures danced in the shadows. [i]Nameless Beings With No Limbs[/i] but countless eyes and mouths that stared and whispered words into your ear, words that made no sense, and yet [i]did[/i] - words that you had to force yourself to understand, in fear of the unbearable pain of ignorance, and despite the fact that your whole being knew that to do so would drag you screaming to the very [i]precipice[/i] of madness . . .

The very worst part of it all was this: could you even count on yourself to believe this madness was caused by these dark visions, or perhaps it was simply a trick of the light that was molded into thus by stress and your own innate sense of insanity? Did these visions even exist at all? To those staring into that darkness, finding the answer was pure torture.

To Cleo, however, none of it mattered. [color=92278f]"Come on, let's experiment: will my new friend and wonderful jester be able to understand my Whispered World? Well what do you think, [i]friend?[/i]"[/color]