Want no Light to Shine

All of the light of tomorrow is ever so dim but in its afterimage a quiet anger bubbles, unseen, unfelt. In the Domover System, things are moving quickly. The liturgical rivalry between two opposite planets is spearheading the whole system into a precarious political situation. Balance is only an illusion propped up by people who stem to profit from the illusion of choice, from the illusion that at least you get to pick your own battles. In all of this dark bleakness a little hope in everyone survives. Hope, for a better world, hope for sweet release, for salvation. No one really knows what will come. But everyone hopes to make it out alive. Will their wishes be granted?