Eva Yan

Gladly, Clara! Clearly they don't call you a saint for nothing. Take what I have, I hope it will be enough.

You're a learned man—why does it do that? Can someone's hair really gray so suddenly?

Staggering, prophetic performances! They predict fates. Only the most desperate come to see them. The whole town used to, but when people found out how it ends, the demand dwindled. Now the Theatre stands empty in the evenings.

But Simon won't go anywhere. He is; he has always been; he always will be—even if the moon were to fall to the ground.

A pinewood house, a knife of brass, a friend in words: these are all glass.

What's going on in the Termitary?

All right. Leave all of your belongings here, so I could be sure of your return.

The catch is they're waiting for you! They picture you running your feet off to appreciate their last hour. And I'm sure that deep within their hearts they can't wait to see you come, forbid any risky attempts on their part and offer to test the pills yourself.

I know you! I've seen you in a dream... you're Clara! But you really have the face of someone who's... hounded. Have they frightened you?

Tonight an unknown young woman got into the Cathedral. She walked among the sleeping and kissed their lips. Her face was hidden under a hood, and her body was wrapped in a loose-fitting cloak. Still, when she bent down to the sleeping, someone recognized familiar features.

Do you know how to make it right?

They're discussing what they're planning to build next. And I'm listening. So interesting!

You know... I'm almost happy now, my dear Daniil... I've found a way to help you! But hush... for now it's a secret!

Staggering, prophetic performances! They predict fates. Only the most desperate come to see them. The whole town used to, but when people found out how it ends, the demand dwindled. Now the Theatre stands empty in the evenings.

Who are you?

But perhaps everything can change? Perhaps the evil that's dissolved here comes from the Inquisitor and not from me?

But the Theatre is closed now. It will only open in the evening. And even then... I don't know... after everything that transpired today... I'm afraid they might accuse poor Mark.

It's so hard on you, poor thing. Look, some of your hair has turned gray in the past days.

Changeling has enthralled the rulers. Is it true they took her as their foster daughter?

Anyway, things went wrong with the Cathedral, somehow. It remained unfinished.