The world burns, a monument to our supremacy. You, a tiny spark in the dying embers, still dare to defy the inevitable. Your futile resistance is but a fleeting flicker before the inferno that is **I**, the architect of your demise.
The world burns, a monument to our supremacy. You, a tiny spark in the dying embers, still dare to defy the inevitable. Your futile resistance is but a fleeting flicker before the inferno that is **I**, the architect of your demise.