These are the ends of the world; we are at them, they are at our throats.
Whether or not we choose to shout ourselves awake from these nightmares is up to us. Claudia's bit into something that has bitten her back. Like the crawling insect she is, she runs when the bright light shines upon her, as if she deserved the darkness. This ends tonight. Humanity cannot claim it didn't get the error-message. Solve et Coagula The world...