The surviving people of Earth beg you for structure (religion). You realize any power you have will not actually save anyone or create a Just City; it will just repeat the destructive cycle. Rather than trying to save this dead planet from further destruction you should just leave the survivors and find a new home. You finally lose hope for this world and look back to the stars.
The Ashes of unrest Do a dance under a cold sky Fireflies Made from our demise
Spoken by the Soldier of Earth, analogous to the name of the series [As Ashes turn to Dust].
The ashes of unrest do a dance under a cold sky Fireflies, made from our demise These shadow empires entombed The ashes are all that's left of home Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind Into a distant sky, to be spoken again Screams of the flock Cry out for design This power of one A savior to none These shadow empires entombed These ashes are all that's left of home Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind Into a distant sky, to be spoken again The skies open and paints a portrait with no use of color The ground reflects a world that has been torn asunder My home has been entombed under ashes My only hope is to envision a new world