The red of my bones, it happens now.
The world does not remember us, not as we were.
You imagine strange, lost, primitive people living in darkness, painting on walls and buried with shells here and there.
But we are sophisticated people.
The darkness is not now.
We know all the things people know today, except the people today are not as we think they are.
They have gone blind.
The darkness is not now.
The darkness is not now.
