Today dies a legend.

Swift and silent, the end has crept upon him.
Like a swarm of locusts, he leaves behind no joy.
Only a wake of fear and uncertainty, of hate and jealousy.

And yet a cool wind continues to blow through the barren wasteland that once housed so much life and creation, foreshadowing the birth of a new kind of creature.

Evolution's perfect child.


Til' the phoenix rises from the ashes, the legend lies dormant.


Sincerely, The Legend.