"In a world where just one Homeloss exists, could things possibly get any worse?"
In the divination room lit by dim candlelight, Lucricia sat quietly on a high-backed chair with a velvet cushion. She gazed at the crystal ball resting on the table, yet her mind inexplicably drifted back to events long past, on an afternoon a century ago...
That figure, now slightly blurred in her memory, stood on the deck, against the gradually sinking sun on the horizon. His tall frame appeared as a flickering, phantom flame in the sunset, and in a deep, suppressed tone she had never heard before, he told her,
"Our world is but a cluster of dying embers..."