In 1203, the Crusaders landed at the port of Constantinople, stunned by the grandeur of the city.
Before that, every effort had been but a prelude to this great undertaking.
After that, every love and hatred was buried beneath the Tiber.
For the knight's homeland, which he could never return to,
For the knight's love, which never had the chance to begin.
A little bittersweet. Read with care.
Theme: Only the highest good is immortal.
