Story
Atragasus has long since passed the age of daydreaming, the unbridled dreams of its youth having faded into mere wisps of smoke. Armed with a sword and a determined set to its eyes, it soars through the air undeterred. Ask not about the past, or what lies ahead; the only path is forward. But... When did it get the sword in its mouth? Why is it unwilling to let it go? It has already forgotten about the answers to these questions, but that's okay, isn't it? As long as it looks cool. At this age, it's hard enough to keep moving forward, let alone trying to maintain a cool pose!
