We walk ever onward toward the inevitable end. "Quietus" offers no answers, only questions. Ashes of life-essence swept into the void. The endless procession of souls toward Omega. Death, as it is called, is the subject of this particular work, and its true meaning that ever eludes us. Thus is the enigma that we emphasize. All who live who in their confidence definitively state what lies beyond or before are subject to falsehood, and this is the only truth that we can surmise, yet even that truth can be questioned, and therefore, we present to you nothing but death in its essence, the question of what it is. We shall see in the end, or we will not. Do with your lives as you see fit, but in this sphere of consciousness, the hourglass only wanes, or so it seems.
