Every night when the clock strikes midnight, I make a prayer. I ask God to send down his angels and cover me with their wings as I drift to sleep. Every night it's the same, I have the same dream that I'm falling deeper, deeper until I can't see the light anymore. As the bell chimes for the second time, I open my eyes and see the sunlight rushing over my eyes. I felt like an angel kissed me on my cheek, so I look to see in the mirror, and there on my face are words tattoed with blood:
"Ab Imo Pectore"