"Prologue"
"Moonless nights were cold, then, remember?"
"And your eyes were violet."
"In the time when we could see."
"In the time when the difference existed. The difference between…" The voice brusquely stopped, interrupted by the other.
"Don't say the words. Dead things should remain dead. Dead words should remain dead."
"We learned that a long time ago. And we learned it well."
"We believed in it too."
"How cynical… We, ourselves, are living proofs of that rule." A strange, hollow laugh echoed through the sky. "My apologies, dying proofs…"
Two figures stood up from the cloud they sat on and disappeared with the fluttering of two pairs of wings. The ashen sky turned coal black.