A Primordial RuinHow wonderful is Death,
Death, and his brother Sleep!
One, pale as yonder waning moon
With lips of lurid blue;
The other, rosy as the morn
When throned on ocean's wave
It blushes o'er the world;
Yet both so passing wonderful!
from Queen Mab, Percy Bysshe Shelley
Oteq and his brother, Felrue, guard the temples at the edge of the seas. Oteq stands watch at the western gate, and Felrue at the east. But when Felrue becomes restless after centuries of guarding the ancient reaches of the world, Oteq faces a choice.