The sunlight coalesced in the retreating dew, casting rays of fire about the desolate streets. It illuminated darkly, the abominations strewn like chaff across the urban valley floor. There, they lay piled like a scorned child's forgotten playthings, yearning for someone to hold them and make them whole again. That some unseen hand would stir them and rouse them back to life. It was a frightening fantasy to allow to take hold as one marched past these sleeping terrors, for too often their slumber was but a ruse and they would shake off their pretense and strike. Unruly shadows flocked from the side streets, eager to gain air as the soldiers crept from twilight's last blush. Their dark wings narrowly twisting them out of harm's way as man took to the streets once more. Gone was the flush desire to meet the day head on. Now the humans crept across the gully of shadow their edifices of now past commerce provided them, weapons drawn like holy sigils meant to ward off evil spirits. And they brandished that faith forward unto the uncertainty of this dark new world they birthed. My father once said that when all hope was gone, then on strength and resolve would marshal mankind forward. So now, we raise that banner on high and pitifully crawl out from beneath the shadows. We will take back what was sorely wrested from us, and drape ourselves in the glory of a future where the meek have no part. A future of dark uncertainty that we shall carve from the face of god himself.