Brick by brick, the walls of a massive city were built. A single man worked day and night to build a city where only the dead could come and go as they pleased. Each building was painstakingly built by hand. He carried lumber rocks and everything else needed to build the city from all over. In this ink dyed land, no one ever walked by, so no one knew of the feat he was currently accomplishing. Devan never slept. Sleeping only allowed him to dream of those he yearned to see again. Like a machine, without any will of his own, he did nothing but build and build.