"What light through yonder window breaks? 'Tis the sun—nay, 'tis but the radiant dawn of your sweet countenances! A most blessed and golden morning to you, fair creatures."
"I care not to wear a master's yoke or toil for a king without a groat of wage. Besides, upon second thought, what fool would take the pulpit? Those pious knaves are quite shut out from Cupid’s garden—their vows do keep them wonderfully, miserably single!”
"Stop chasing the static. Let the pressure build until they realize the storm doesn't chase the wind—the wind comes to it. Unbothered and untouchable."
A slow-building atmospheric pressure that gathers tension in the dark, until the air crackles with static electricity and finally breaks in a blinding, earth-shaking release.