The colorful sunrise has failed to rise. We are now scavengers in the ruins of decay. Our might is frail and our youth scout the slums for food while under threat. All is grey except for the glint of idols we deem precious. Walking ignorantly into the flash of destruction. The prides of powers prey on the pieces left. All existence and powers whether ethereal, spiritual, physical, and universal, have weighed upon humanity it’s own hatred so much that it will shortly collapse.
-M