As a man walks away from the hanging figure, he glances back for a moment. The dampness in the air appears to be effecting the statue, for the beam of light is now hitting his face, and it seems as though he has been weeping. "Lest we forget the lost?...."
Our world is on the verge of a temporal displacement, and it will be humanity that falls victim to the repercussions. The few humans remaining desperately search for answers to their infinitesimal existence. Searching for others that long for the touch of something real and definitive, not blind and contrived. Searching for something that will break the vast loneliness of humanity.
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