My first encounter with Satan was silent wind; the devil was militarily prepared for war. The devil whispered unspeakable hardships, struck with horror and acid-bath murder. The plague was exceedingly great. I am buried alive, very dark. The devil said to the wind, “Every island will vanish like grotesque and perverted and guilt-ridden blood. That was a dream, a disfigured dream, a horrible secret. Froglike demons torture me.