We were like you, once. Running towards feeble pleasures, away from febrile pains. Caught inside the narrow cage of a lived life, watching the walls constricting, waiting for the arrival of the inevitable nothing.

But we were not like you. We did not go gently, we would not. Each of us sought a way beyond the confines, a world without boundaries, without restrictions. A salvation. Not the empty comforts of church or temple- we were all of us too smart for that. We sought a different path - the way of yawning skin laid open to the air, of cracking bone and screams and a thousand nerves pushed to their limits. The only way a man can call real without drowning himself in lies-

The way of the flesh.

And we found it. A place where unimagined sensations broke the chains of pleasure and pain and stretched to a place that you, from your squalid cage, could never think about beginning to imagine. In the forever that lies between the seconds of your world, in the infinities that lie in the six inches separating this room from the next, there is a mountain of dark desire on which you could never find the slightest foothold. There are labyrinths with no center and no exit where flesh is taken to places the mind knows not of, cut and twisted into beautiful agonies, sculpted by suffering into something so much more than human-

We were like you, once- but now we are the Cenobites. We have gifts to give you, halls a thousand years long to drag you down, carnivals of aching appetite built entirely for your benefit.You are invited, but your invitation will not be sent in any envelope-

Your invitation will come in a small crafted box. Whether you will be able to read it or not is another matter. If you can learn its language- and those who can are often those who must- if you can, please hurry. Become one of us. We are waiting.