<div align="center">[One moment she's sinking, and then...]</div> <div align="center">— ✠ —</div> Isolde's soles scrape unfamiliar stones, warm from the midday sun. Vast roars like the beast at the end of days rattle her skull. She blinks, teary-eyed, as bodies press with indifference. None carry a burden or bear a cross; they stare into burning mirrors as if consulting spirits. A sudden, violent screech, and a horseless wagon howls past, billowing her cloak. Her knees shake; the ground vibr...