Why do I write? Because I like telling stories and I don’t like repeating myself (insert chuckle here).

It will begin with the six who now tread the streets of a city where the stone pinnacle erects like a reed amongst long grass. Where a bridge expands across a gorge, drifts a cloud...

There is no time frame on living life, only the frame we place about ourselves to hinder our lives from living to its fullest.