*The stone crumbles and the wind sweeps away what used to keep us safe from the cold. Each year this process speeds up and the once shiny and splendid walls of Aughrim thin out like an old man's skin. We offered everything we could to our divinity, even our children. All our children, so that we can save them a life on an isolated marble atoll in this plain nothingness. The moon watches us yet denies us its light every day more. We are cursed for eternity.*