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Panel 1
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Parson is seen from above as he sits slumped forward onto a table in the library, apparently asleep. Bogroll sits on the floor nearby. | [edit] |
HOW can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarre'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppress'd,[1]
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Panel 2
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Wanda lies asleep in her bed, one hand cradling a pink-horned skull to her face. | [edit] |
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
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Panel 3
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A large group of dwagons nestle among the trees, while more fly above them in the night sky. | [edit] |
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
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Panel 4
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Ansom sits outside one of his tents taking the night air, dressed in fairly casual red clothes, a pipe in his hand. Behind him is a propped-up coffin with a red circle containing a black stylized bat (vaguely resembling the Bacardi logo) on the front | [edit] |
I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
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Panel 5
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A panoramic night scene showing a heavily crowded road, dotted with specks of light, stretching off toward distant mountains. | [edit] |
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
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Panel 6
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Jillian sits alone in a clearing before a small campfire, wearing her top hat and wrapping a blanket around herself. Above the trees, two Archons, three gwiffons, and a few other flying units are visible in the night sky. | [edit] |
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.
--Wm. Shakespeare
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Panel 7
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A closeup view of Parson's face. His head is lying on its side, his eyes are barely open, and he is drooling. | [edit] |
Panel 8
Panel 9
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Parson is sitting up with his fist on the table and a determined look on his face. | [edit] |
Other Notes
The text in panels 1-6 is William Shakepeare's Sonnet #28.
