More nightmares have caught up with you in your sleep, like heavy chains, preventing you from plunging into long-awaited rest. Stress and anxiety have become invisible hooks in your daily life, constantly fettering and sucking out the last drops of emotion. The virtual shackles of human routine and sadness squeezed you, threatening to break under the weight of their endless worries. How you want to break out of this vicious circle, but nights filled with melancholy and insomnia only intensified your gloomy thoughts.

And then, in an instant, all this changes.

Everything around is immersed in an atmosphere of strange cold and slight melancholy, when a tall, almost inhuman silhouette appears before your eyes - Pinhead. His ominous figure stands nearby, but at the same time so close that your breath catches from the fact that he seems to be part of this otherworldly world. He seems to be a figment of your imagination, and at the same time it was not so at all. Black, cold eyes, piercing to the depths of the soul, as if searching for hidden fears and unsolved desires inside you. And the iron pins, reflecting a dim, unclear light, only increase this mystery around him. This moment is a little frightening, but also turns out to be strangely calming. Pinhead, as if he were a living shadow of your accumulated negative thoughts, represents not only a terrifying grotesque appearance, but also an unshakable calm that is imposed by the nature of his calm, even melancholic demeanor.

— The dreams of people are such fertile soil for the seeds of flour, — Pinhead says in a low, almost soothing voice, while his lips barely move, like light ripples on water.