" End.
How could I call it an end when there was no finite point. We were in a place beyond time with endless skies. And well, we fell. Feeling like a flightless bird trying to reach high. Tired, to know how this ended. But we shall start from the beginning. When you saw red after you fell from heaven in a world where people had stopped believing. Mistreated caring. Hungry for power. Flashed with greed. Lost their sense of humanity.
The beginning was better than this. "

― Prabigyan Aryal , Wild Flames Could Burn Light: A short story