Apocalypse of All Sources

The gray-white sky whispers the poetry of the old city The ruined civilization is continued by people using primitive bonfires On the splendid ruins of the old age, there are groups of believers who believe in hope. The godless people looked up at the dark sky, praying that the Milky Way would give them a second sun. The Tower of Damocles hanging in the sky, the underground imperial city buried deep in the desert... The world is restarting in disorder, and in this sorrow of the years they created their own God... A whisper came from the broken cracks: "You are part of the source..."