You can put it off, cram five hundred years into three, burn up your karma and get everybody off the planet before it goes.
But you can't stop the wind. You can't turn back the wheel.
This is the end.
The end of grace. The grave of every hope.
This is the way the world ends. This is what happens when the Beam lets go.
On Praxed, fires rage, and the earth gives way, and the hospital falls down into the marketplace like a idol struck down.
On Ariel, there's an earthquake, and power fails, and night descends on a Core world that's known eternal light for generations. And in that darkness the worst of mankind rises.
On Jiangyin, the dead wake up and begin to speak. They speak of ruin.
On Three Hills, the midnight sky turns red.
(And the red death held illimitable dominion over all.)
(They're coming to an end for a start.)
You can put it off, cram five hundred years into three, burn up your karma and get everybody off the planet before it goes.
But you can't stop the wind. You can't turn back the wheel.
This is the end.
The end of grace. The grave of every hope.
This is the way the world ends. This is what happens when the Beam lets go.
On Praxed, fires rage, and the earth gives way, and the hospital falls down into the marketplace like a idol struck down.
On Ariel, there's an earthquake, and power fails, and night descends on a Core world that's known eternal light for generations. And in that darkness the worst of mankind rises.
On Jiangyin, the dead wake up and begin to speak. They speak of ruin.
On Three Hills, the midnight sky turns red.
(And the red death held illimitable dominion over all.)
This is the end.
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