"Here they are, brick by brick, the stories that make up the vital signs of this land."
"What do we get when we put them all together?"
"Ruins."

Flagless is a recently resurging memory. I remember the names, faces, cities, nations, but dare not mention them all at once. Brittle is the human condition, after all, and whatever has dreamt of me for so long clearly has no intention of waking up soon.