The mercy of the God of Gods gives the world its last dusk, and everything is distorted in the neon clouds.
Despair, madness, degradation, loss. We finally become worms in the gutter, struggling desperately in a situation where we know that it is futile.
Gorgeous fireworks were set off somewhere, lighting up the sky, but they were fatal to insects. The hot flames burned out the dusk, and death was so tempting.
The last images of us remain in the dark gray pupils, flying hard towards the light...