Patches have worn thin, the sky wears holes of the size of the earth, the ozone layer torn. Chaos enters with a triumphant smile darkness and death in its train.
It spreads its net, gulps down the earth, swallows the sun, the sky in a shambles lies.
Who shall weave the luminous web,. who shall spin creations; will the sun rise again, will life revive on the earth?
