You're on a train. The cart you're in is being attended by four of the, seemingly, most docile. It appears as if the tallest ones job is to weave through the others, stitching them into a rich tapestry of genres, forming the root of the quarter. The second, wears an all black ensemble, with a turtle neck, blazer, and dusty pink handkerchief, chief amongst his concerns is the Bar. The final act is a pair of identical black diamonds chipping against each other, and the flowers, they bounce...