The church on the hill sits silently as people trudge past. These people have no life in their eyes. No souls. No one ever walks into the church. Why would they? All hope is lost. Everyone is burning in a fire of hopelessness. Down, Down, Down, until nothing but ash remains. This world is not our world, or is it just the one that hides within us? If anyone had walked into the church, maybe they would have been saved, maybe it was the last hope, or maybe it was just like everything else. Lonely, lifeless, empty.