I REMEMBER WHEN ALL THIS WILL BE AGAIN.

Reality so often fails when it comes to small, satisfying details, she thought.

It's lies. It's all lies. Some of them are just prettier than others, that's all. People see what they think is there.

There is always time for another last minute

The calendar of the Theocracy of Muntab counts down, not up. No-one knows why, but it might not be a good idea to hang around and find out.

Perhaps it would be simpler if you just did what you're told and didn't try to understand things.