These children, born into the twilight of humanity, know only the silent language of survival. They are the inheritors of a fallen world, their steely resolve an armor against the creeping malaise that threatens to extinguish the very last of the light.

In their unyielding eyes, one can glimpse the end of days, the extinguishing of stars, and the chilling certainty that from this profound darkness, they are the ones who must rebuild, or forever wander in the void of what once was. Their faces, devoid of youthful exuberance, betray no emotion, for what place does joy have in a land so thoroughly ravaged by the darkness of man's own making?