International Conflict Tribunal
“When the sun is folded up; when the stars fall, losing their luster, when the oceans are suffered to burst forth; and when the graves are turned upside down, it is a day whereon men will be like moths scattered about and the mountains like carded wool"
the whirlwind of disaster must be brewed
FOR THOSE OF US WHO EVER LIVED WOULD KNOW THAT WE ARE NOT ALONE.
THE END BEGINS
THE SANSKRIT PROSODY ON THEIR CADAVERS
KIRA IS CONFUSED RAKSAK