As a song sung by one unseen, an ignorant emperor feigns his dread upon the world in order to protect mankind without their nuisance. He then gets his fortress besieged due to enigmas he doesn't fully understand. Being led along story in a superior realm, he's explained what much means, but it's still too difficult for him to understand because a story is best understood by the ones who lived it.
--Enigma is as a calm poison, and dread horrors are often made soft. A shattered heart bleeds its beauty. No, not everything is all hunky-dory in the twilight--
Sometimes you need to be dumber before you can get smarter, and weaker before you get stronger. Don't ask me how I know that.
Enigmas don't hold hands as easily as friendlies can hold back.
