Brooding hums, willows scatter. Crimson blood, against feet that pitter-patter. Each step silent, wracked through my bones. Keep that spine high, make sure it holds. An unfolding gap between me and the land, facing away, a tough hand. My acts were not noble; brought forth a heap of a storm. Red rain, dragged along the castle's bricks. A crimson house, fallen as though it had been made of mere stic...

A new stage, wave after wave. Sit still, do not part. A broken heart lays distant, distant and grave are many; the souls I have watched buried. Heart after heart, a new one built another broken. Seeing them depart, one by one. Replaced by their kin, replaced by what I once thought irreplaceable. Time, desaturated color of fine silk. Rings rusted, leather torn. Patter of feet echoing around me, the...