When an order is placed on the Internet, a signal is sent, blasting in all directions, bouncing off walls, passing over houses, through billboards, under railways and out into the stratosphere.

Signals are received loud and clear.

Alone atop an abandoned castle, a gargoyle, once feared for its ice-cold, unending stare, savours a memory triggered by an unseen signal.

A storm sends swirls of dust around the parapet on which the gargoyle contemplates the emptiness of time, a single dream on its lips.

To live again!

To lead an army into victory!

To eat the vanquished and innocent victims of the spoils of war in broad daylight, without shame.

Eternity of waiting after rising from ancient, carved rock, forged in the depths of an infernal volcano that seethed and foamed with molten lava made from minerals of the birth of time, has come to an end.

The haunted nightmare of a stonemason will own the skies!