Welcome
To the reader,
"Darkness draped across the land, like a warm blanket on a chilled winter’s night.
In the dead land where the dead trees whistled, and no blooming flowers budded,
Life evaporated before people’s eyes. The world devolved into a loveless entity,
Where crows plummeted, and rats scurried amongst the dead.
And amidst the living, no laws existed and freedom’s no privilege;
Save for the sovereign ones, granted hereby a higher power. The menial
People, though, were no longer free but trapped, enslaved, in a loveless land.
See, youngish imp, there is no God in this forsaken land;
Only man—playing God."
--The New World: Antebellum
