Night of Dust and Terror

It was not until the moment when all fears materialized that people faced this unreasonable disaster that they realized that consciousness is both a gift and a disaster. Hush, don't make a sound, "fear" is wandering outside, wailing can be heard in the dark night, and the air is filled with the smell of blood. Everything seems to be falling into the abyss, but don't worry, my friend, we are still... The masters. Even if we die tonight, the sun will still rise until dawn.