In a world where there is darkness lurking in every corner, doomsday impending with red skies for horizons and swarms of birds circling the sky. Living organisms change and transform as the deteriorating and poisonous air manipulates and ruins their skin. Overtime, humans adapt to their ever changing disastrous surroundings, organs exist out of their bodies, they form extensions such as wings for flight and have a thousand eyes. 


Doomsday has come and gone and through the red skies, the sun peeks and shines on the fields. Mountains turn grass green, poppy flowers bloom through death, sleep and peace prevails. A sign of hope enters the horizon.


Braided with morbid visions

Sounds of the diseased

Driven close to insanity

Path to the unseen


On the night of misery,

play your sorrows away.