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The tale of two whom Time follows as they go about their way on a single day.They live in two worlds far apart and yet they are mysteriously linked, from the moment they were born and first blinked. Walking among ghosts and angels, they must make drastic choices through the day, all the while keeping the voices of darkness at bay. For the Black Butterfly is arriving and their chances of surviving rapidly grow dim, for She is ruthless and her justice rather grim.
"Empty river beds, mournfully tell the tale of bygone days, autumn maybe gone, but some scars, some scars they always stay." - Poetry on a moment in time.
"I am there, almost there, don't ask me if I care, don't tell me I must dare, I am almost, almost there, for a moment more then, let methis ignorance like a shield wear." - Poetry on who and what we are.
"misty mirrors and hysterical hearts, smiles are sickly, words are like darts, everyone turns up, no one departs, when the party is over, the sentence starts, misty mirrors and hysterical hearts, we are broken but perfect, perfect in parts." - A collection of poetry.
At the edge of the world's deepest trench rests Bayel, a deep sea observatory. Led by Doctor King, it exists rather unobtrusively until the arrival of thirteen new tourists. Each of them has a dark secret which has led them to Bayel and unknown to them, they are all inextricably linked to one another. The coming of the tourists brings mayhem to Bayel's door, threatening to destroy not just its peace but its very existence.As a vicious web of murder, lies, greed and betrayal begins to mingle with legends of crashed spaceships and an immortal sea creature, what unfolds is a tale of enduring love and unbreakable will. Miles within the ocean, each must confront not just the past and their own darkness, but what they have so desperately sought, for in Bayel, it is right in front of them.
'We are all refugeessearching for home, just a grain of earth, to call our own.' - Poetry on a prisoner's journey through time.
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