They were killed for fruit and flowers. Nothing can put out their fire now.
It's been a real long time sience Arkham was a normal town just like the rest. First the war came. Then peace came. And finally, there was Ashes, Ashes. But nothing ever really ends...So what came after?
Fruit and Flowers.
Fire and Water.
Nothing to bury.
Death.
How can a paper weigh so?
It's weighed down with ashes.
And no one can look away.
