• The sky is shattering, the world I loved... Destroyed. The destruction, though I thought I was used to it, seemed more devastating every time. Cracks that I try to mend only further themselves across the darkening sky... Still, yet filled with turmoil. Rest seems impossible for me, drowsy with regret, loneliness.
    The city down below, empty, seemed a jungle without life, towers crumbling, houses destroyed. I feel like giving up... Giving up the task of trying to save this fallen world from the evil beyond.
    In the distance, more sky falls as I think that... I continue my never-ending task, hoping that someone, somewhere, helps me to complete it. My life, until then, will always be in turmoil in this barren world, under these
    Shattered Skies