What Prometheus gave to us was a gift. What we gave back was a curse. And now, long after the gods have all gone and the earth is shattered, we are all that remains of the spark that ignited our hell. We are the whisp of vapors moving in silent, ghostly fashion between the battlefields of a war fought between Machine and Nature, between Creation and Destruction, between Good and Evil.

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