[Cards] Scroll of Nightmares

You look, and all that meets you is a frail, stalking corpse: hands only just sure enough to hold a pen. You do not know the thought behind these eyes, the weight inside this mind, or the horror within the quill.

And, if you hold so tight to fear and hate, you will see why I am free, but my words are held back, rolled in chain.

—The first shade, He-Whose-Name-was-Lost