Far away, in a land where grass that should be lush green glows bright red and the sun shines deep blue rays over inhabitants that our eyes could only wish to see, stands a princess with glittering eyes and broken hands. She is guardian of her land and the assailants who have removed her from her post sit cross legged at her base, using her to prop their tired backs as they discuss the journey back home.

The grass that bends beneath their...