All of Life joins it, the inevitable hush
Death rushes to greet it with an eager maw and endless hunger, but it relinquishes control with a bowed head
The wind carries it, rushing the all-encompassing fog and howling as it tries to flee the haze
We all live to fight its power and die to feed another\'s plight, before slowly fading into submission.
The Hush
The Roaring Silence