desperate hearts, cry as one clinging to their waning hopes multitudes of existence, pining for their terminus
the fever breaks at last, as the thought is given form the Question put to task in a new enlightened dawn "the catalyst by which we facilitate renewal becomes the impetus causing all this to unravel" the new enlightened host and the dark that it rebukes will all be cast aside for a new form to be given Hail! The new dawn!
the fabric tears betwixt, and the torche's light renewed held aloft, assuming new paths the light has given a new voice cries out shrill, to abate the coming storm to cast aspersions on the illusion of our heaven