Outside the inky void, a dragon lay weak in the cold air. Inside, a strong tepid flame burns.

Above, a bloody mist steams from the navy sea. Below, a chill of joy flew through me.

Inside me, a beam of life fills my heart. Inside you, a rush of death takes your soul to the bare minimum.

Above, a hero watches over the peaceful land. Beneath, someone lay; lay in the shadows.

Inside, people watch; they watch a scarlet atmosphere emerge like a ghost in a coffin. Outside, people stare and stare but no care is given.