The world consists of may things.

Among them are secrets.

Secrets.

And until I know them,

I will not rest…

I will find them everywhere, with the people, in those halls.

They will not be hidden, lost to the great by mere games.

The games they play, and always win,

since they play against the very shadows

they raised to believe

and remain silent.

So look, I tell you,

look hard,

because you are missing things that are generally of no importance.

No importance?

Oh, secrets are of no importance when you have not bothered to look.