Concrete. Blocks. Metals. Smoke.

How does one survive in these barren times?

Let me call upon the clouds to cloak

The lands in water and cleanse your crimes.

No. Why do you refuse to rest?

And you, what is that you put in your mouth?

Are the lands not enough to produce the best

And in abundance so you can eat like a cow?

What has happened to you, my sweetlings?

You look different from the sweet, red poison

Snow White fell for despite all warnings.

And you. You look weak, my poisson...