Fortune had smiled on us once, her face a radiant glow that warmed our naked limbs. But fate has plunged a knife, jagged and cold, deep into our chests and we now lay bleeding out on the floors of prisons of our own design, the dim light of day fading farther beyond horizons we will never reach, turning slowly to a night that will last forever.
Hold close these fleeting, final images of beauty and freedom glimpsed through the rusted bars. Ignorance and fear form the foundations on which our respective cells are built. Trapped by inevitability; there is no escape, only surrender. Only darkness. Only solitude. Only death.
Unless...
