'Humanity is built on blood, not feathers "In the beginning there was darkness, and it is in this darkness that we will one day return. Some will find that they thrive in its rawest of shadows, whilst others will merely learn to survive in its harshest." In the wasteland, her poem had no name. Underground, it was given to her by a man she never understood. Salvation. The world has ended, but in a bitter twist of fate humanity limps on in ways one could never expect.' (Publication summary)
