All the Undead on the Island Are in Ruins, but I'm Still Paying Off My Debts

The dusk of the Triassic is coming again. The huge, orange-red sun slowly sank under the jagged horizon of Pangea, burning the clouds into their final beauty and glory, and then everything returned to the silent dark blue and starlight. Another moment in billions of years has passed. And what I recorded seems to be a little bit more than "a moment" that cannot be quantified.