“Hers was the art of puncturing words, poisoned lines or healing curves, the sword, the dagger, the hidden depth of the cuts. The gifted, all languages, all signs, lethal and given only to the ones that can never say their real names. His was silence and rage, his moves were drawn away by the winds of time, and nothing could be kept from the eyes of his people. They met and the encounter was meant to leave wonder play a part in what was already written on the edge of a teardrop, parting from the eye of an innocent and into the rivers of the unknown".