This is one of the Grimoire Cards about misteries and legends... Whicht is the place the card is making referece to? Sunk Rock Crypt This is the tower where we were born. No Tower City. But a tower that dream. The tower stands on a plain black. After the tower is a notch in the mountains where the sun sets. Mountain teeth created fractal shapes and sunset light falling synaptic figures drawn on the ground. Normally we return at dusk. The soil is fertile. It is a good ground. We dream to go to the tower, but that does not mean it is less real. Some go to the tower in peace. Walking through a field of golden millet, with a warm breeze blowing behind him. Not sure why this is so, because: The rest of us stumbled upon an army. Ask others about the Rock Hundida and you speak of that army. I will confess a truth, and that is to get to the tower we have to end the military. Normally we use our hands and sometime pick up a weapon. Ask again and if most enthusiastic admit that we did not get to the tower, except once or twice. None of them will tell you that the army is composed of all those who know: people we work with, the people we meet on the street and the people that our dreams. We killed them all. I think because we designed to kill and that's the part of us that thinks of nothing else. Often I kill people I do not know. But like most of us, I think I ever knew you, before a restart or another, when my mind was younger and had less scarring. And this is how we return to the Crypt Sunk Rock, where we were born. Sorry is a traduction from Spanish.