He held a sharp blade in his hand, the tip flashing with light. Is the slipping blood a redemption or an epaulette that proves that one can go to depravity... The cross held tightly in the palm of the monster's mouth is like a satire on the believers' faith... Those empty and colorless eyes no longer have pursuit... The dry lips of the old, weak, sick and disabled who keep fleeing and migrating no longer have anyone to pity...
Are you ready for the end of the world?