the failure of animae, the failure of imago, the end of the cycle has begun. earth, once more fertile and intact is spoiled in our strife to carry on. we plan to make mars fertile, while we sterilize earth in order to save an extra buck when the farmers need to plant new crops every year. we are blinded by what we seek and, like animae, our own creations turn on us. not out of anger. out of curiosity.