The end is nearly through, not gone for good, but certainly not here to stay. I cannot imagine the endless throes of death and vengeance sinking narrowly beyond the cold heart of man’s inhibitions, lost forever in a sea of broken dreams and wishes long forgotten, emblems of a time long passed and a people long dead. Their spirits. Their spirits were to blame for the bodies with no names. Alas, how does one wonder at what came after. The bodies, broken, bleeding, void of passion and purpose found a new home in the hands of the maker above, who saw potential over pain and breathed life everlasting. Now they stand at his side, loving him and each other, never looking behind but instead crossing forward into the great beyond that lasts days into earth and years into heaven. That is where they remain, laughing joy and speaking truth. I hope to join them someday.