We know very well
how to hurt each other.

Our demons dance together.
Then angels take the place.

Love exists.
In some moments.

I can hurt you.
You can hurt me.
We possess that power.
We use that power.

After the high,
there is low.

Addiction.
You are.
With an ass
That makes me moan inside.

Demons and angels.
Let's make peace.

How can you all loved me so much?
I am a loser.
Oh...
I know why.
My demons are stronger than yours.

Yahweh wanted to relax a little....

THERE ARE NO ANSWERS!

WHAT THEN?

NO GOOD?
NO BAD?

WHAT THEN?

HOW TO LIVE THEN?

DESIRE FOR CONNECTION IS SO STRONG.

WHAT WOULD YOU DIE FOR?

HAVING A MANSION?

SAVING THE WORLD?

LONELINESS IS FUCKING SCARY.

WHAT IF YOU GAVE LOVE
UNCONDITIONALLY?

NOT WANTING ANYTHING IN RETURN?

WHAT IF YOU JUST GAVE?

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN THEN?

DO WE START PURE?
CONNECTED?

WHEN DOES IT END?

DID SHE EVOKE ALL OF THIS?

IS LOVE JUST A DRUG?

ONLY LOGOS IS THE
ANTIDOTE TO THE ANIMAL?

WHAT IS LOGOS?

THE SERPENT HAS THOUGHTS
AS WELL.

YOU HAVE AWOKEN ME.

I LOVE YOUR BUTT.

HOW MANY PROJECTIONS HAVE I DONE?

THE DEVIL I SEE IN OTHERS
IS IN ME.

"I GAVE YOU MY SON!
YOU SHALL ALL DIE!"
- it was yelled.

Only 50,000 survived.
Scattered across the world.

Over time, they all met.
Everyone had the same story.

There were floods.
Many of them.

Something needs to be figured out.
Together.
They knew.

They all had the same dream one night.

"YOU SHALL FIND THE WAY!" -
they heard it,
and they felt it.

"What is the way?"
- they all asked the same question.

"SOMETHING NEW"

"You are a prostitute! You are worthless!"
- yelled John;
all he sees is transaction;
he hates the idea of love;
he believed in it some time ago.

Wars once again broke.

The Unnamed starts to question.

"Where does the evil come from?"

"Can I finally learn to be completely alone?"