Human dreams...such fertile ground for the seeds of torment. Your're so ripe. And it's harvest time. Save your tears. We'll reap your soul slowly. We have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper. You think your nighttime world is closed to me? Your mind is so naked. A book that yearns to be read. A door that begs to be opened.
-Pinhead
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