Romance begins with the last player in this company.
They are... immortal as the cliff.
Drapes of war, black as pitch, with an untold strength.
The noise of concrete, a foundation is built.
A weapon forged in the very fires of hell.
Sharp night, the sound of spinning blades, musical to sleepers' ears.
The drops of a strange ink turn to clouds on an ancient map.
From the blur back into the blur.