Towards the end, they say, you’ll cross the point of no return and feel it. Time grinds to a halt and the universe shrinks and square meters take on the detail of a city map. All that exists will be in front of you. Towards the end, when it matters most, the best will be brought out in some and the worst in others, and you’ll know how it came to this. You’ll find out who you really are.
We are worse than surrounded. The end will come soon now. This place has become limbo, and the ceaseless red sky offers nothing, and the rumbling grows louder.