As the crow flies.

Sapped, the majesty collapsing. Entwined within the tale of another's debt. But as society's realization grows, it is the carriage of concession which must grease its squeaky wheels, for awareness stands in marked disillusion, the treasure map in tatters at its feet. No more dreams of riches rumble openly through the turgid air. It is an unchained reaction, an inevitable end.