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And there was an emptiness. A silence. Nothing but the tumbled stones and workings, of this half forgotten place beneath. A word, a sigh, in a mind all rushing with the swell, a sorrow for dreamless river running, and no words to name, to call and claim our own. I am the water. There is a blurring where we cross, an strange unspeakable. Perhaps we live better in this way. Soon there will be rising. It will be painless. And the weight that accentuates each rib Holds muscles taut in perfect cur...

First shot is of a card. I’m thinking the back of the card with ‘The Emperor’s mark on it (this will mark sense later) or ‘The Wheel of Fortune’, taking up the middle third of the screen and set against darkness. This just seemed a good shot in my mind. Titles would be in-between here and the rest of the film. - Bright white almost blinding opening. Starts “The Hermit” card and begins to zoom out as the speech continues. We see the card is attached to a man. As we reach the height of the open...

Across the vault, and the valley's arc, the bonfires are burning. I am following your tracks, and every so often, I will crouch, and kneel, and taste your blood, still warm, sweet and scarlet in my mouth. Your scent, unlike you, lingers. Your form impressed upon the snow, falling, stumbling, hunted. But that is not of my doing. I am carrion, and when he is done, with you my child, I will join your almost sleeping form, untwine the ribbon from your hair, your entrails from the tree, and take t...

A room. Iron and plaster and cracks. Faded yellow and peeling and everything an abandoned building should be. Except it’s not abandoned. At least, not entirely. Someone has come here to find companionship, in something, anything, as lost and alone as they are. It’s not exactly comforting, but it passes the time. Long ago this building was a warehouse. This sluggish, black as bile, so-called river, once supplied the men here with more imports and exports than they could handle. Not any more of...