Character: Jestword Of Uberness

Everything is moving towards death. Sooner or later it will catch up with everyone, she's the one inevitability that we are so desperately trying to leave. And I'm not afraid to meet her, I'm not afraid to become ashes.

Falling to the depths of despair, we are all enough even for very thin web of hope. We don't know will break if she will climb we all use it. But we cling to it. Because of hope we don't give up, it warms us with its rays.

It's brave, living hope. Here the others arrive. They could not accommodate your hours, just hoping. They want to act, to change something. And all they had to fight.