In the kingdom of monsters that conceal their true forms, the god-defying wolf guards its own secret, hiding away the final idol.
In the temple built of metal, mechanical heroic spirits hold the Bible and blades in their hands, preserving the light of human civilization under the guidance of the God of Machines.
On the shattered earth, the corpse of the pinnacle of unclean creations stands unfallen, proclaiming to the world its irrepressible rage and sorrow.
Beneath the night sky, the hunters who slay nightmares raise their offerings and call upon the favor of the Mother of Calamity, so they can continue hunting, heedless of the ancient gods' whispers.
(Reality always waits until you think you've made it through, then stabs you hard again. I hope I can keep making it through, time after time.)
(Written to vent my personal feelings, with all kinds of forced poison. This is definitely not a good read, so any brave souls who wander in should beware.)
