Description
When everything around you is falling apart, but you still hold on to this fragment of something that was once called the world. A song is like diving into the last moments before the dark but kind hands of a crumbling world embrace you. There is horror in it, but there is also a strange, semi-friendly tenderness. Time seems to stand still as you slowly move toward the end under the soulless light of the black moon, accepting all the horror and pain. Death is not frightening; it is like a close friend who will quietly guide you through this final screen. All that will remain is the final credits. But perhaps your name will be among them. And it will remain.