Broken Wings Equal Broken Dreams

Your wings are broken. What will you do now? Can you fly? Will you survive?

Our time runs low, the sand dripping away one grain at a time. We're running as fast as we can, and running out of options.

We've put our hands up and raised the white flag. You won, game over. I hope your happy, as the world dies. You're the King of Nothing, Ruler of a Desolate and Empty Universe.

Good luck with your forgotten Kingdom. May you rot in whatever hell forms from your destruction.