I fear that my buried lies will someday be unearthed and everyone would discover how terribly imperfect I am. I am silenced about many things. Not because I am forced to. But more so a fulfillment of my vow to remain discreet, dark, and mysterious. If you expect to learn more about me by visiting Fair Succubus's Den, my apologies. Life abounds with experiences and memories that crumple up unless one is careful. This den enompasses what my brain may not hold in a time as relentless as ours.