Maybe we’ll never know where it all began, or how we got ourselves into this mess. A threat greater than anything we’d seen, a storm that would erase all our beliefs. Take the curse, the flaws and all the things you can’t explain: the sudden sight of nightfall and the rumbling of the earth. Wrap them in your deepest fears and give them all away to someone who can shed the tears you’re struggling to contain. Until the flame burns out until the end of the world, you’ll endlessly put the blame on every heart but your own. Maybe it’s just easier to believe this fire will clean the air and bring us piece. Maybe the smoke will ease away our pain, maybe the truth is just too hard to take. Soon you’ll learn to find a sign of darkness everywhere, the craze will raise around us and the hunt will never end.