The Future has finally arrived and it is a beautiful display of horrible things that come for you when you are at your weakest.  You refuse to give in yet you are not willing to fight any harder than you need to in order to survive the dispair.  It is grim, but nothing to compare to Post-Apocalypes.  It is the beginning of the end of everything you know and love in favor of a glimpse at the impossible that you might find at the edge of darkness is the brightest light.  You will not see it with your eyes open, for it only comes about when comes the dark of night.  This is no choice of mine though it seems the inevitability of vast nothingness is upon those we see today, the living.  How much longer dare they walk this Earth?  This is 2050.