Do you know what comes after dusk?

For all we have going for us, brilliant colors and blinding light,
in the end - after the warmth - we are left with only our sight.

Tell me, young soul, when was the last time you had a stone to throw? Do you know what comes after dusk?

Magic and fairy dust.

Like the tongues behind our teeth and the blades at our hips, the course we have set is precise. Lines of timeless quality - fab hair and frazzling personalities - my dear, the view from up here is quite nice.

No need to thank us - we take pleasure in the simple fact that we're saving your *** from a miserable life.