It is said that in the beginning of time when chaos ruled the land, as vultures roamed the sky a lightening struck the hidden valley of death and formed the trident of eternal misery. Each tongue forged by forces of despair. The first – shame. Colored in neon green and baring the sign of limitless time. The second – guilt. Bathed in dark ruby red and followed by a drowning sensation of foul play. The last but not least – comparison. Yellow and intense, somewhat transparent, as if not even there. A silent killer baring the mark of sophistication and...