Just press on or click the screen. You will understand it eventually. Machinations. Of Death, Grief, and of the Pain to the hands that wrought them. Those hands lay in wait somewhere; their maskless face adorns a greed of jealousy, it's follies too many to bear for the sake of all people, with it's unknown emotion peeking through a crack in the face, pointing, laughing, at those who were daft enough to come after it. And we all wet ourselves laughing with it, of course, in the final bloodbath of this cruel millennium.
