Power of the Spark
I walk alone, through the ruins of our modern era. Our reality reduced to a state of decay, consumed by the earth and her wavering emotions. Consumed and spat out, for we became consumers instead of peacemakers. Sudden, unforeseen change, has left me to face the fall of our tower. And now all that is left, is the debris of our moral lusts, haunted by ghostly winds carrying the clouds, weeping tears of the heavens.