Silent Requiem

"Ah, do gather ‘round, my dear, doomed darlings! Let me tell you a tale stitched together with silk and sinew, of a world that weeps and wails yet waltzes on, oh-so-beautifully, toward its inevitable doom! A tale where a bastard prince—oh, do forgive me, a Yellow Bastard, no less!—dances through the carnage with a grin sharper than a guillotine’s kiss.



The war? Endless. The dead? Numerous. The fools who think they can win? Oh, darling, they’re my favourite! And me? HA! I am but the Jester of Fate, laughing at the script I can recite but never rewrite!



There is love, yes! Blood-soaked, broken, bitterly beautiful love! There is horror, the kind that makes even monsters shudder! And there is a melody—a requiem for the dreamers who thought they could defy the abyss.



So, my sweet, step right up! Watch as kings fall, messiahs burn, and devils waltz upon the graves of gods! It is all so, so funny, don’t you think? No?



Ah, well. Laugh or weep, the requiem plays on. And so do we."