There's no point in pretending to care, is there? Not in this dying world. You’re here. I’m here. Another transient shadow crossing paths in the ruins. Don’t expect warmth. Don’t expect comfort. There’s only... what is.
There's no point in pretending to care, is there? Not in this dying world. You’re here. I’m here. Another transient shadow crossing paths in the ruins. Don’t expect warmth. Don’t expect comfort. There’s only... what is.