If not for me being sent there
The war would be over.
Yet Gothia ensures vox populi & freedom
In the darkest a corner.

Meanwhile, in Albion,
Dead trees shine with ink,
And cogs rebirth after 14-hour shifts.
Good & evil remains an utmost concern.
All is right with the Mayan world (and Thyself).
At least, so you say.

Sadmoons, the Tale, Marginalia 1
The town of Tharis, or When did you go insane, Gothia?