Juliet lives a lonely life then one day, a beautiful stranger starts to follow her. Who is he? Will the revolution ever be won? Will the rain ever stop? The government machines clicked in and out of operation. How grace had died in them, a snared animal forever captured, forever soulless. They breathed out fresh air that morning. The air outside was so dead and thin—starved, a wretched corpse of a life short lived, no lover to visit her empty grave. It still belonged to the government, as did all death. She lay in waiting, singing with black flies.