The fleeting thrill of existence, a haunting prelude yet unborn. "Now there are. The hum in the air as the floor begins to crack? There will be music, discordant, jubilant, alive. The molten pulse of existence will reap us, scorching and sweet. We will not run. We will not turn away. We will stand, entwined, a grand offering to something greater. Together, we will become a single hymn, bound by unshakable purpose, forever singing in harmony." "Countless voices echoes as the heavens split apart. Joyful trumpets will cry out, their notes trembling with fevered delight. The searing torrent of life's essence will rain down upon us, unrelenting and absolute. We will stand, unmoving, as one. Bound in unity, a banquet of flesh and devotion. Together, we shall become something eternal."
