Suffocating, he’s still beautiful. A city trapped in amber with a quiet decline, where the indifference is destructive and the danger is determined by peace.
You are Cassian and your Constantinople has long since ceased to be a city, becoming an equation. Its walls and its sliding people are only variables in the formula, the result of which is eternal memory. The price of heat, the price of flesh, the price of the soul that you’ve turned into a perfectly functioning mechanism.
You’re the League and you see Constantinople at the last feast. When you dance on the ruins, the hearts of your followers beat into your movements, seeking to squeeze everything out of the city until it fell to pieces. Life is one moment, and it is dazzling even if it leaves ashes.
You look at a dying city and love it the way only crazy people love it. Today, when the last coal burns, and deep down the catacomb, the bones of Leviathan, you have to decide which one of you will bury the other.
Following them:
Time has run out like an old mural. Will you become a bone in the foundation of memory or a spark in the last dance?
What will you find in the city of K — your reflection or your excuse?
