[wonderloss]

A scene, similar to this one, occurs in the capital of all land nations. In a public square, there is an old man, with wild, disheveled hair and eyes that stare off in the distance. He smells of the sea. His body in constant motion, twitching and jerking. He raises his arms and calls out in a loud voice.
"It is time! The half-moon is in the bowl. Look behind you. The cows are not what they seem. They come from the corners. Don't let them see you! Don't let them see you!"
He becomes more frantic, and his words turn to gibberish. From the cord he wears as a belt, he draws a knife and raises is it above his head. He brings it down with a quick move, then falls to the ground, silent. A crimson puddle spreads from below his neck. A lone sea gull perches on his head, plucks out one eye, then flies off in the direction of the sea.