The sun is blinding and white. The days are much too long, the only respite being within the comfort of dawn, the still dusk, and the cool night.

It is the death of enlightenment. Reasoning and logic no longer prove each other, and those who cling onto sense to stay grounded will only lose themselves quicker.

Many claim "rapture", and even more claim to be messengers of the savior.

Inexplicably, the telephone lines work. Even when the towers are dead and electricity has long since been absent.

The CHOIR is calling.

Will you accept?