From the monastery on the mountain, the quiet monk with the red hair can see the flames of destruction growing closer each night. With dawn approaching and the forces of the taflsmen marching in a column up the only road from the valley, he wakes early and begins to walk the halls where his ten brothers wrestle with their own demons. Does hope carry weight? Can a name outlast the body that bore it? A short philosophical narrative game told in spare, poetic prose about the last hours before an ending that may or may not arrive.