A Painting Wrought in Dragon Tears The struggle of nations, wrought in crystal
04/12/1761
The seasons chase each other, scything the signs of their predecessor away as they come. The machinations of dragon and man are much the same.
They create an ever-turning wheel that breaks one, only to raise another in it's place until it too is broken beneath the wheel.
The ceaseless mill.
Man and Dragon, eternally competing for dominance in a game they no longer know why they're playing, or who they're playing against. Every move ticks away the sand of the hourglass, and soon the final moves will be afoot, with the players none-the-wiser.