For the man who looked in a mirror and shattered it because he saw beauty when he should have seen a skull, grinning back at him. By now, his sins should have melted his too, too solid flesh. When the glass fractured, he must have heard the strange, ambient music of dead kings, emanating from beneath the land he loved so much. But it does not yet love him back.

"For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings."

(Art: Rhytmus de die mortis)

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