The war being waged is not for forbidden treasure but for an empire that doesn’t exist..
When the night falls and dark overtakes the cryptic blue skies, there is nothing that naked eyes can see, nothing at power to rule the black water and land, there is just a white bead that comes and goes, glares at the darkness and then turns its face to the burning stone.The Bead is not afraid that the hot red stone will consume it, not afraid of its size or the fact that the white little stud is the only thing which brings light to its Master: the blue-green marbled rock. The only fear it has is of the worms that crawl on its master’s skin, these little things do a knight’s dance: hacking, hammering, swift and sudden. The war being waged is not for forbidden treasure but for an empire that doesn’t exist. Immortality is what they seek, swords and armour is what they keep. Their thirst for power is never quenched, for absolute dominance they fight. Unaware of the secrets that lie beyond, these worms fear the Guardian of Time, the puppeteer called ‘Nature’.
