Humanity is built on blood, not feathers.
"In the beginning there was darkness,
and it is in this darkness
that we will one day return.
Some will find that they thrive
in the rawest of shadows,
whilst others will merely learn
to survive in the harshest."
In the wasteland, her poem was nameless. Underground, a man she never understood called it Salvation.
The world has ended, but in a bitter twist of fate humanity limps on in ways one could never expect.
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