ls. Tales of fractured skulls and misplaced ladders. Tales of the stars and tales of Rome, tales of faes and gray eyes. Tales of crows feeding on a sister's soul, subject to the misdirect hate of the one who lost the most. Tales of a village too devastated to stop drinking from the well that bodies fell into. Tales of pamphlets and strange men. Tales of silk and strings and suns and killers and tales of overgrown shrubs and watchful, blazing blue eyes. Tales of another planet and tales of the stars, tales of everything that lives, tales of everything that dies. Tales of sound. Tales of reticence. Tales of Noise and tales of Silence, tales of Auliettau and fading skies, tales of bones and catacombs and the blue and the green, tales of time and space, tales of children and posters with their faces and frantic writing, tales of dust and chemicals and those who stay awake in the dead of night. Tales of wide eyes after wide eyes after wide eyes filled with tears that fall into the well and fester across the lands, sprouting up in the shape of weeping rowans.)