Its happened again, let's call it a pattern. Every time the bloody fight is fought, nothing good comes. Swore to shore up the defenses, allowed them to crumble. The city walls are flooded with a thunderstorm of saltwater dripping down off the single cliff side. Still the keys are being burnt, and each moment locked away for good. A jail of sorts, one followed by lifeless characters performing their dance. When held together a series of sounds cries out in an unintelligible manner. Into this cell the traitors are locked, so they may feast in glory and be free. Its happened again, let's call it a pattern.

     Then again thats what puzzles are for. Endless, sweet endless puzzles, each with its own time limit. Drive the very forests to the ground to support the thunderstorm ahead. Neglected gates once again allowed to naturally flow close. No room for more, at-least until another knocks. There is a plague below the horizon, a dark shadow coming near. Face it bravely and kill the dragon, face it cowardly and leave with a golden glow emitted from the front. A glow which shatters every mirror without breaking glass. The peaceful jagged edge smiles its own smile under the saltwater storm ahead. Then again thats what puzzles are for.

     Flowing, always in abundance when the moment is wrong. Always a commodity fought for when the moment is wasted. Diverting the flow to harness a short term power. Still the river will run dry. Saltwater will fill its empty banks with a golden glow. Cash is king of all, a green crown staring off into the sunset. Melt it down, melt it down. Create a seal for the walls so the saltwater storm may be held inside. Up goes the stone, light as a feather, always wanting to be hoisted in place. Its only natural when it is flowing.