• Echoes Fade to a ringing nothingness. The waves pulsate, vibrating the thick emptiness with their quiet force. The walls tremble and release a sigh of agony, quietly praying for an answer to the brutal question they ask. An abhorrent miasma consumes the city. It crumbles under the cumbersome weight that grows as hatred is conceived every second. The heavens cry acid rain on the lackluster land, that was once a city of love. The inhabitants plea for peace, but receive a recrudescent hell: an impending army of sinful deities, claiming their long-awaited adjudication of cannibalistic conformity. Subsisting the souls of the sinners, the masses begin to seethe under the poignant heat of Death’s icy presence creeping upon them. Shimmering in the black, the moons beams illuminate the evil tableau, then fade to darkness.