Sinbound

"Within the plummetting stream of time, all falling plumes—every speckof dust whisper songs of the same story; that of existence.

What wisdom lay in buffetting themselves against their natural flow? What purpose would rebellion serve?

To yearn so fiercely, to be just that more of an unruly speck—to glisten ever so slightly as you descend. What is it all for?I ask you, as you take your first steps. As you grip and grapple against the inevitable. Why do you keep going?

I ask you, as I observe your conquest, as you march on, eager to find that meager purpose.

The river flows on, as it always will, but what will remain, after you have spared your last breath?"

—an unfinished letter, from a world soon to crumble.TW; Gruesome, some scenes depict violence of which some may not be prepared.