IT ALWAYS RAINS IN WAITING

Sheltered under the Rind of the world, water drips down from the vast oceans above while Waiting simply waits.

WE HAVE LITTLE COIN

To want live in there is to be desperate, for the Homecoming comes once a year. The parade commences at the peak of the city, spiralling down the rain-worn streets and onto it's ancient piers.

SHE SHALL BE CONSUMED

A woman, defined only by deaf and dumb beasts amongst the waves, is selected by fair lottery and ritually tossed to the waves.

Peace persists as it always has; for those that live and those that are to live.