And so my pen deviated from it's circle of thoughts and now I find myself in this world, alone, with some faces that I know are there, they exist, but do I really know them? And in fact do they know who I AM?


People: simple world, accumulating a whole era of existence. People: for those who have swarmed earth with their invasions and victories, and who have cut into pieces and their heads off. People: the name implies that there's an existence of species defined as human being...