The cries from Thisbe coming from the crack of time and space haunt the soul of Pyramus each and every day. But his mutated kin of flesh eating zombies forbid this nuptial. But his longing for her always drives him back to the crack where he can whisper sweet poetry into her ear. And even though she exists in a different realm to his own, he knows that her ear is pressed right against the other side of the wall embracing the love that his heart pours out to her. But the poetry she returns with demands for him to find a cure for the infection for all of his brothers and sisters.
—Wendell Charles NeSmith