Man creates, and the parasite asks where my share is. The great man had a dream. It was Rapture. Society of geniuses, man-made paradise. The society flourished, it seemed that they had achieved the impossible. Dusk came knocking at the home, night came to the soul. A feast of the mind the ended insane.There is nothing left of the old world. Here everyone was a creator. Everyone got what they deserved. No one left offended. Will society be ideal as long as there is at least one less than ideal person in it? The answer has been found. It is written in the blood of ideal, on imperfect walls. A man appeared who decided to challenge paradise. He was not better or worse than others. He was different. He was infected with the idea of change. He changed himself and society changed along with it. The gods wanted to live in a dream. But they didn't have the will. The person had it. He raised a rebellion against the dream. The ideal began to crumble...Paradise was lost. It wasn't destruction, it was fire. The fire started from the inside. You could warm your hands on the coals that remained from paradise for a long time. It seemed that the remains would smolder forever. Yes in did, but it was no longer paradise.Ruins remained on the site of the prosperous place. Is it possible to revive the former greatness?... It was impossible not to create paradise, it was impossible to lose it.

Man creates, and the parasite asks where my share is. The great man had a dream. It was Rapture. Society of geniuses, man-made paradise. The society flourished, it seemed that they had achieved the impossible. Dusk came knocking at the home, night came to the soul. A feast of the mind the ended insane.There is nothing left of the old world. Here everyone was a creator. Everyone got what they deserved. No one left offended. Will society be ideal as long as there is at least one less than ideal person in it? The answer has been found. It is written in the blood of ideal, on imperfect walls. A man appeared who decided to challenge paradise. He was not better or worse than others. He was different. He was infected with the idea of change. He changed himself and society changed along with it. The gods wanted to live in a dream. But they didn't have the will. The person had it. He raised a rebellion against the dream. The ideal began to crumble...Paradise was lost. It wasn't destruction, it was fire. The fire started from the inside. You could warm your hands on the coals that remained from paradise for a long time. It seemed that the remains would smolder forever. Yes in did, but it was no longer paradise.Ruins remained on the site of the prosperous place. Is it possible to revive the former greatness?... It was impossible not to create paradise, it was impossible to lose it.