Rejection, Heartbreak, Angst, Phsyical and Psychological Pain.

These are the reasons we cry.

The loss of innocence, death, destruction, hate and dispair.

These are the reasons we cry.

I am the reason you cry.

In a land distant and strange, there was a place, that for years, it was so bleak and uncaring, that no-one cried. A baby died at the hands of an illness, death became such a daily ritual, no-one could cry. No-one could mourn.
Even little children, when nightmares tore them from the sound sleep, could not cry from the fear, because they knew, that outside, the fears were real and much worse then in their imagination.

This land had been war ravaged, slaughtered, raped of it's happiness in only a few short years.
Outsiders avoided it, wanderers didn't stay.

How could you stay in a place like this?
Travellers would say after leaving this town that "I've been in a ghost town more alive then this place...the people...they are worse off than dead."

No-one has cried in this town for years. No-one had enough left in them to cry.
War had taken that from them...and it was coming back for more.
It was coming for the secret that they hide.