The more I look at our world, the more it appears that good and evil begin to blur as various global orders begin to intertwine. Tighter and tighter are we bound to one another until we collapse into singularity under a common rule. There is a puppet master, a terrible beast atop the ziggurat pulling strings of influencers and politicians and entities less obvious behind the veil. Fifth generation warfare abounds, misinformation is everywhere and meaningful action on any side can be devoured and regurgitated as propaganda for supporters and detractors alike. We are all unwitting pawns in a grandiose and terrible cosmic game.
I don’t wish to speak any more terrible things into existence, the world’s gone mad enough. I don’t know what to do apart from praying that we’ll all be saved by the grace of a god more merciful than we ever dreamed. My highest ambitions have been mercilessly shot to Hell. All I can do now is sit here in my tattered office chair and listen to Abyssic Hate while I wait for the sun to collapse. I hate this, all of this and I am in constant, unbearable pain. I have seen a portent of the coming doom of man, I have beheld the collapse of civilization as we know it in a half-remembered dream. We are a living fever, and we too shall pass into the unknown.
Towers of Rust 