For We Are All Bound In Stories,

The Lesson Of History Is That No One Learns.

I Hear Seven Cities Natives Grow Fruit Just So They Can Eat The Larvae In Them.

Your Brain Works With All The Subtlety Of A Malicious Child.

Ben Adaephon Delat," Pearl Said Plaintively, "see The Last Who Comes. You Send Me To My Death." "i Know," Quick Ben Whispered. "flee, Then. I Will Hold Them Enough To Ensure Your Escape No More." Quick Ben Sank Down Past The Roof. Before He Passed From Sight Pearl Spoke Again. "ben Adaephon Delat, Do You Pity Me?" "yes" He Replied Softly, Then Pivoted And Dropped Down Into Darkness.

Shadow Is Ever Besieged, For That Is Its Nature. Whilst Darkness Devours, And Light Steals. And So One Sees Shadow Ever Retreat To Hidden Places, Only To Return In The Wake Of The War Between Dark And Light.