Under the weight of our world even hell must collapse, and with shouting and screaming not one demon lasts.
The running steps of madmen aflame as their reason relapses unto crumbling minds. And there you find hope, among the desperate few men.
You gather the air and let go a muffled scream. With feet on the soil, scraping and hurting. Your soul seems revived and crawling for mercy.
You struggle and pull every limb, every muscle. But the rope still holds, you do nothing but shuffle.
And then the world is torn apart.