...the wonderers of the street look up at the sound of their sorrowful caws; syphonies of unknown sadness.

Sitting amongst them, perched so as to be invisible to the naked, mortal eye, was Eden. His ax lay across his lap. He sniffed the air, and rose. He was here. Finally he had found his prey.

Gripping his weapon firmly in his hands, he leaped from rooftop to rooftop, towering hundreds of feet in the air with nothing much solid pavement below, striding easily over the depths. He was smiling as his hair shook slightly from the draft he was creating with his movements.