On the fictitious island, the malfunctioning halls of justice ensure that the identities of narrators who construct reality are perceived as part of the fable. Justice tries to portray time as a metaphor and judgments as the dignified signature of wisdom. Between the squares of the stained chessboard lies a parchment burdened with innovative ways of performing checkmate, translating the dimension of time as insignificant for the pieces writhing in invisible blood.
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