"Yet another note was found in the wasteland: 'The flames had risen, born of the machine's own roar. As the distance between the world and beauty grew greater, the flames grew in distance, too. Man was haunted, as the demons came forth from the flames and cursed and licked all who came before them. The empire of man was gone. All that was left was the turmoil and hell before them. Freedom was wrought from the hands of man, and the indolent flicker of the people's candle gave