From beyond through veils sublime
Pass ghostly, o umbral shine
Illuminate in shadow, fade colors, so fallow
Dark dreaming does bidding thine
Is it liberation or conquest? Humane thought or wanton deicide?
A malicious ploy to make the divine starve?
Should you wish to pluck a rose, or to caress it, beware its thorns, its dangerous beauty.
Two young nobles, enmity between their families. Where have we seen this before?
Everyone hungers ... and must be fed. But what if the tastes suddenly change?
In the inaccessible plateau of Hor-Nushan, there was always little crime. But in late autumn comes a maddening wind, that can drive the best man crazy, if only for a short time, make him turn on himself or others. For murder, the locals have devised a special punishment: the murderer has to dig a well for the family of his victim. The area is very dry, and having a good well is a source of wealth and prestige. In this way, the murderer atones for his deed and repays the family; perhaps they even find peace.