A Divine of a shattered mind, an incomplete prodigy, and the whimpering ashes of an eternally burning city; each sign an unwritten suicide pact.  Mortals try to reason with the ineffable, Gods cast aside reason in bearing witness to the ultimate truths, and yet the reason to live on is given continued clauses each passing moment; the All-knowing grows less omnipotent in turn.  The worst of things come in threes, the best of things come in threes, and suspicions we all bear will grow uncertain themselves; the embracement of the absurd is the final solution. The sound of an engine is buried beneath it all. A last ditch effort among the remnants of a spanless graveyard. "Can you hear it?"