The skyfall events on the way, fictional but not a scifi. During long terms of deprivation, the sprouts are coming out. A hero dies and another rises. The travellers of time, the very living people, are making their life a worse place to live, to finally leave! Nothing counts better than a self deception in its collective state. High or low, the fools follow the tricksters. They believe their roles are the best and their path is right. Only those in the shadows see the events in the light, the rest are blind! Copycats build their new empire out of their bones.

The baby child speaks in her cradle, she is the empress of an emperor. Her mother tries her best to sit in her child's sense, when she has put her mother in an ultimate mental test in her own mind, a realm which she has established in her mind for her mother.

The war starts and ends; Again another and another one. During that, children grow up and some are magically turned into the animals which in collaboration with one another, go to fight with each other to form the continuity of the natural selection of their wilderness. They write about it, so there is history! Either holding a value of that kind or being a divergent, the king is doomed to live in the same realm of his people. The relics of ages come to the help of the betakers of the now towards the future, a coming which is known somehow but never seen or tested or experienced or dwelled in.