"You turn your head to face the window and are met with the view of a drab green apartment building, illuminated by the glow of the sun. You see the sharp shadows cutting into the otherwise warm building as the that hallowed light in the sky is already beginning to rest. It is only 2:30 in the afternoon but the shadows of evening are already approaching. The safety and warmth of the sun will soon be filled in by a haunting coldness that filles you with dread. Soon, you wish to play out in there, just for a moment, just to have one more dance with that beautiful light, before it comes. But you feel it is too late. Where you are sitting, it is a 20 flight descent just to reach the entrance of your apartment building, and even if you were to make it in time, there would be no light awaiting you at the bottom of your trail. Those summer days of dancing in the sun are only for those who can remember them. For you, it is just an illusion. But something else prevents you from taking flight, a much more primal dread. If you stayed out too long, if you cared too little for troubles, it would arrive before you could realize, and by then, the last thoughts in your mind would only be the twinge of regret. It is coming, in the shadows of the buildings on a cold winter evening, in the damp lightless alleyways, after the sun has bid her final farewell. There, in that cold apartment, watching the life of the world exit from your view one final time, you can feel it: The End" - Wallace J. Belmont.