Another generation foolishly enters the fold of their fathers. The seasons continue to change, and our brothers continue to drop like leaves... Needless pain repeats itself, precious faith is broken. The victors continue to write the history, the powerful continue to misshape our world, and the truth continues on being obscured by the liars. And the darkness continues to encroach, and the sun continues to descend. We no longer can hold happiness over our heads, and we can no longer blind ourselves to the truth.

...we can. I can't. What is the best we can make ourselves?

Is this all the world... has to offer?