Threads come from all directions, embroidered into a single flag. Some threads are stained with blood from a s…
Threads come from all directions, embroidered into a single flag.
Some threads are stained with blood from a sword's edge, carrying the arrogance of youth; some are plucked from the reins of a charging horse, carrying the dust of home and unquenchable hatred; some come from the invisible strings of an abacus: money on one end, life and death on the other... Thousands of strands, tangled together since the land was broken, embroidering the soul of the realm.
If you see this flag, do not ask who is coming: everyone is here.