They say mercy is quick. Your aim proves it
In the ruins of civilization, even empty cans tell stories.
The streets remember your first dance with death
In the darkest night, some flames refuse to die.
Time loses meaning when tomorrow is a luxury.
When the sun rises, even shadows must bow to survivors.
Some doors should stay closed, but curiosity always wins.
Every tool tells the tale of its previous owner.
The night was long, but your will was longer.
Iron and wood, transformed by necessity into art.
When running isn't an option, legends are born.
The city whispers your name in its broken streets.
