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FOURTH PARABLE: Desire everything.
The INNOCENT MAN wanders an empty cobblestone street, and does not speak. Stars gleam overhead. As he walks, he is treated to VISIONS OF THE PAST.
It is the day of the INNOCENT MAN's eviction. A foggy, brisk morning- the leaves are the colors of fire. Masked creatures wearing the vestments of authority (colorful robes, perhaps, or the uniforms of an army, or sturdy armor- in any case they must be bright and gleaming and splendorous, impressive to the last knob and buckle) ransack his home. Furniture, clothing, books, paper and tools are scattered to the cobbles. The INNOCENT MAN himself is collared and on his knees, pleading with them not to damage his things too badly, and wincing at every careless toss, each precious object shattered against the stone. One of them speaks to him, blithely, almost pityingly.
MASKED CREATURE: Y'know, this would all go a lot cleaner if you just fess up. We already know you're responsible.
INNOCENT MAN: Responsible for what, exactly?
MASKED CREATURE: How the hell should I know? Does it really matter? You're not coming out of this pretty regardless.
It gestures to its friends emptying out a case of porcelain prosthetics, one at a time.
MASKED CREATURE: We're thorough. If you don't, we'll still find whatever we're looking for.
The vision ends- it is once again night.