We were born in a dark age, and what we are facing is an endless black tide.
The old gods never sleep, and the thick darkness never dissipates.
When the firefly of human nature collides with the indifference of the universe, will the little sparks become radiant, or will the supreme destiny strangle all hope?
No one knows.
If everything will eventually be destroyed, if all efforts will turn into dust...
Everything we stand for:
Whether it is warmth and faith, or memories and vows, has there ever been a single ripple in this indescribable whisper?
Maybe...
The traces of our existence are the most shining moments.
