Was in a dream. Stood there, and looked curious at the corner. It was my left side. I spoke, "What a sharp corner it is!" A tomboyish female stranger was sitting in front of me on a small upside down wooden crate box, in a her relaxed posture smoking. She acknowledged me with her dull and husky voice, slurring every word down her throat, "There is a reason why they call it The Devil Corner." Had spoken to Lucifer, the light bearer in the guise of herself. Twilight came, the morning star shined. It was time to go; I left.