Tender flesh, waiting -
For the dropping Guillotine -
Eyes Blank, Wide Open
– Technicolor Dreams
Chapter 1: Two-Face
The actors of life
Have their frozen smiles trapped as
They wait their cue to
Join its vicious cabaret
- Technicolor Dreams
Marais, First and Queen Mary, 2057
The frozen hell called winter lingered on interminably; an endless ordeal that was only barely endured. In these parts of the world, 6 months of bone-chilling cold followed by 6 months of sweltering heat had become the new normal. Everyone had long ago gotten used to it.
The man in the black trench coat stood statuesque at the corner of First and Queen Mary Boulevard, his breath visible in the soft, pale, February moonlight. The thin trench coat seemed to envelop him, a tarp over his slight, insignificant figure.
The constant puffs of breath were the only signs of life in the cold, lonely night.
His mind worked feverishly even in the still silence. His eyes carefully scanned the landscape while he retrieved memories of happier days, hidden in the tombs of distant time.