-I think, Mr. Gray, there are, um,
tremors around us.
Like the vibrations of a note of music,
hidden music.
Some might be more attuned
to them than others.

-What do those people do,
those who have been chosen?

:They endure uniqueness.

-To be alien.
To be disenfranchised
from those around you.
Is that not a dreadful curse?
To be different.

:To be powerful.
Is that not a divine gift?

-To be alone.

:To be seeking.

-What?

:Another.
Like you.
Who shares your rarity.

-Then you are no longer unique.
:Nor are you alone.


"penny dreadful"