This is the age of the fall of man. This is the great end: the day when mankind was orphaned, when children were born to die, when there was no place left to hide. Mother's gift becomes a weapon. There is no blasphemy against a God who isn't there. There is no heresy against a savior who doesn't care. The hills aren't alive, they're dying. There's no music in the air, just the sound of the scorching embers of the flora and fauna that once were. Watch them die... genocide. When your time comes, where will you run? Face to face with mortality, the end of all things. The rotting fruit are planting poisoned seeds. You can never face your enemy if he lives inside the mask. If I have to die by his hand, I'll make sure he dies by mine. Mother's gift became a weapon. Secondhand suicide.