A fierce blaze, a young man standing with sword in hand, and the heavy night suddenly stirred into a raging storm. Who has plotted every move and laid plans at every turn? Who has stayed by someone's side through everything, sworn to follow them even unto death? Whose love and hatred are trapped within these palace walls, and whose helplessness lies hidden beneath this identity?
When the layers concealing the truth have all been stripped away, where can they go from here?
I gaze at a faint shadow beneath the lamplight, and watch the dust of a shattered world drift across the mountains and rivers.
This play moved too hastily. It was over before there was even time for the curtain to fall.
Oh wow, you actually have two readers. They are cheering you on, but you still haven't updated it.