It's coming... I Feel it... In some way, Everybody feels it... It's the reason of all the madness flooding the streets, growing bigger every minute it passes...But I... I can feel it as a hand on my shoulder... and just like it, I can't see its owner face for it is swallowed in the shadows behind me... But I know it's there... Beyond every doubt or hope... And soon it will be close enough to embrace... or devour...all of us...
So, now, before I lose the last resemblance of sanity which allows me to write these words down and to gather my knowledges in a still understandable shape, I must tell...  Doesn't matter to whom... But you must know...
I'm just one among many who belong to the City... I'm one like many others... But it's been a while since, may I be damned, I took on a bad habit... I started asking myself Questions... and writing down everything I can find out about Her... About the City... 
I wanna  talk about Her... about the City... about EcatombCheriArk... For it is a unique and mistyc place, where many threads chaotically criss-cross in a fabric of dreams... or nightmares... This city stands on the edge of dreams, fantasy, horror, Heaven and Hell: it deserves sombody who could talk about Her... 'Cause it's not just any city... 'Cause this city has a Duty... 'Cause she is just One of a Kind... 'Cause here, Science, Steel, Magic, Spirits and Business mix in a drink with an intriguing taste... Albeit perhaps a deadly one...
I Must talk about Her... I Want to talk about EcatombCheriArk... So that nothing is forgotten, so that I may understand if there is a Sense... 'Cause nobody else is doing it... Maybe because they don't want anybody to do that...Who?... Nowdays there are too many to count... Corporatives, Corrupted Members of the Government, Megalomanic Sorcerers, Lords of the Ether, Zealot Priests of Terrible Gods who Own Everything, Despotic Leaders of young Street Gangs... But if you live here... In EcatombCheriArk... You know who they are... They hang around you every day ... Them, or what they have Built... or Stolen...
I want you to know... So that you can be ready, when it comes the Time... This is my Legacy, I leave it to the Other Desperados like me, those who survive inside Her, looking for another answer, or just another pumped up Night... Beacuse I know many of you curse Her... She is their nightmare... She was mine too... But we were wrong...This is no Hell... This is a Bulwark... The Last Bulwark we have left... Against what?
...It's just back there... Still in the Shadows... But soon... Soon you will know you need this Bulwark too... You'll need to Know It... And Love It... And you'll need to learn how to Dance with Her to glean her beauty in full... But be careful for...

"The City wears a bladed dress at night..."