"The air is different in deserted areas. Breathing it feels forbidden, like spying on death. There is a stressful powerlessness in witnessing memories slowly pass away in decay. The term of our existence is reproduction and death. Mortality seems to be the sacrifice for the future. If our lives and everything we know will be lost into infinity, soon to be traceless, why does it terrify us to be forgotten?"
-Dion-Ys-Us 2016