A different tint takes to the sky and floats through the clouds imposing as one, and to the blind eye its routine is magnificent. But the world did not end by a slim chance we were saved and so back at the beginning we shall stay watching the clouds dissipate.
What is there to say, I have done nothing since my last page. There is no conclusion to draw. There is no happy ending. There is only an ending, until next time, take care.