All hell breaks lose

By the time you are actively hitting rock bottom you are by far beyond the boundaries of your consciousness. The consequences of poor judgment are evolving in front of your eyes, entangling and charging you with a feeling of irritation and pure helplessness. The sheer attempt to grasp and decipher the apparent mess you are in seems overwhelming, transforming you into an emotional paraplegic, unable to work the channels and triggers you were taught before. You lose grasp on everything that might have felt natural at any occasion. This is the point of no return. A lot of time will pass until you slowly start to comprehend.

And then all hell breaks lose...

Pestilence, War and Famine are slowly riding past you, being followed by Death himself, disappearing in the blood red horizon like a fever induced delusion. Messengers of the inevitable and yet nothing more than a minor piece of the monumental puzzle that is your own private Apocalypse. Gazing upon the scorched earth around you and leaving the smoking ruins behind that are but a mere remainder of the nurturing place you would have once called 'home', you embark on a journey to discover what unimaginable horrors are yet to follow. And you will not be disappointed, for this is just one of many seals being broken, with the remaining yet to crumble, protecting beneath them what might be the key to your own sanity, if there is any at all.

What has once been the path of the righteous turns out to be nothing more than a passage through the untamed wilds which you carelessly allowed to grow out of control, hiding the hideous incarnations of your seemingly irrational desires behind a thick vegetation of thorny bushes, the ones you always mistook for protection. Until now. You can hear them calling. And yet you do not rejoice, only to find all the remaining paths, those of rebellion and segregation, to be leading to the same destination that constitutes your so called fate. The one that even you believed to stay true to what it appeared to be. You were wrong. Once more. For it is only an illusion in the distance, promising water to the thirsty in the desert, just to always stay afar, never for you to reach until the day you die. But even now, in what appears to be the clearest moment of your life, it still lingers in your peripherals, waiting for you to pursue it, only to dissolve the moment you fail to resist.

And while the world as you know it is coming to an end, you don't feel the urge to stop. The sun and the moon, united on their final day in their first and last embrace, can't help but laugh into your face, for they have found what you always thought you longed for and were never able to find. You failed, is what you realize. What you make yourself believe. Little do you know by now, that their end will be your beginning, for they are nothing but a rotting carcass on the road to enlightenment.