Be gone in times of death's long passing. Henry Atwood sliced his neck. Hath reeds knocked against thee? If our fathers knew, then winds, they blew.
Thesixth of candles burned my eyes. Horrors even among us. Leigh tries to eat a stone. The canine or the cat it spat. Pay attention to the ghoul that weeps.
Five is missing.
I didn't guess, this is what I deducted. I was gonna post it but I had to do yardwork.
Symmetry -- I need some more concrete ideas for episode 3. My idea is that you're an emerging consciousness in a Flat Earth experiment trying to escape the cruel grip of science.