"Frozen Falls and Empty Halls litter the world around us, shocked by the wave and abandoned by the blaze. A million tiny paths so taunt and brittle shatter at the lightest touch, as if merely coming near could make them explode. Clouds are cast and the world loses all trace of color as it slides into a scene unmarked by those things that give us comfort, and we are left wondering how much longer we are forced to edge through this wasteland." - Nicholas Doyle, 2009
"In this wasteland we search for the frail trace of warmth and compassion always seeming just out of our reach. It was found once only to have let it slip through our hands like light fleeting from an ever growing darkness. It eludes us only to show its face long enough for us to have the yearning again. The wandering, the wondering; are they the same?" - Andrea Senter, 2009
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