Kaworu Nagisa

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?

MAN WHOSE SHADOW APPEARS ON THE LEFT: When one is immortal, change is not. Instead, one is solid, concrete, and unmovable. An entity born to immortal lot becomes a jinx in Nature’s plan. One piece of the intergalactic puzzle that goes against the most basic of Nature’s rules — the habit of change.

MAN WHOSE SHADOW APPEARS ON THE RIGHT: You are mad…

With a systematic blow of steam coming out of every device and every machine, the printing house was not only gaining the quality of mistily invoked mysteriousness, but it was also very much alive. And alive astonishingly. Alive in a purely, innocently Gothian way. Every tick of every cog, individually and collectively, celebrating every minute, every second and every hour that have passed since the dawn of the Industrial Revolution. A miracle inviting children of Urizen to listen.

YUME: Welcome to AnamneKinen, the repressed dreamland of your heart — within the memories of your dreams, and beyond the mind of your hopes and fears.

SHISHA: And you are this little girl right now, as if the arrows of time haven’t moved a bit.

Sadmoons, the Tale, Book 1
Little Theatre With A Brand New Stage