Soft quip murmured unto silence bound with air. Tearing a jagged line like fog through its belly. A sun shines ignoring its ivory legacy of beauty fair.  Protesting silent arrogance floating its command *tell me*. Secrets churning. Unaware of danger cloaking the essence of life. Ignoring troubles intent on mounring. Preserving transparent happiness faked by a knife. Men battling with dwords: such evil provokinh their honor. Women crying out against talong digging for the gold hidden within. Struggles met with shock and wonder. Contrasting gruesome acts of times beyong a stitched mend. Purely existing to understand the colorful hues. Tricked by the lure of widom; yet none above the stench of fools