In this piece we encounter a world of grey and blue, of beauty and saddness, of allure and desolution, of fallen giants now relegated to mere supine exhalations of breath.
Verily, these fallen titans exist in naught but breath and supine repose—mere subjects for one's indifferent perambulation. And lo, the protagonist emerges, their frigid gaze a testament to a philosophy of nil admirari. Amidst the giants' prone forms, this figure ambulates wordlessly, untouched by the environment's offerings, stepping around and on top of their ravaged bodies. Who, indeed, is this enigma, this icy paragon of cruelty and disinterested eyes?
To rectify their wrongs, to save this very world, I deemed it my duty to plunge from the precipice into the abyss, thus sparing the world from their malevolence.