I. Prelude to the Passing of Humankind / II. The Unveilings

At last, you are done with this oh, modern and new brave world. You traveller, you lost soul at the end of times. There is something that is burning, and my nerves do nothing. There is something that is burning, and my nerves do nothing but crawl on the floor. My little friend, there is war outside and my nerves do nothing but crawl like those black snakes you once told me about, that only in dreams you have seen. I would like to say this is not our end, but now I'm here in the middle of the mist. And to see the things that would rather be remain unseen: an entire world burning now/down. I have seen the dead, I have seen destruction, my wounds whose blood falls down to the infinite. Everything is nothing. There is something that is burning, and my nerves do nothing. There is something that is burning. May it not be us. And oh, winter. Days with no sun may never stop... ...how the flowers bloom; to see those leaves fall. And who, if I scream, would hear me now among the angels? And who would hold me near their chest, for beauty is terror?

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026