Four Riders
Stand upon the Cliff
Violet, noble, pristine, and with a Scythe as golden as the sun
Maroon, bloody, hateful, and with a heart as full as heaven
Lavender, cold, blissful, and with a look as alluring as a vortex
Emerald, rotting, labyrinthine, and with the soul of an emperor
Horses kick and snort
Each a demon of the old world
Waves crash upon rock
Time Falters

Chiral Day, Excerpt from Races with Indigo