O people…
Hear my call before the gates of heaven close, and before the Earth's axis breaks in on itself.

Gray began to fly away, the air climbing layer by layer, until it reached the highest point on the axis of rotation of the Earth's cup. There, the ancient ice was devoured, the snow that we thought was eternal melted... melted all of it.

It's not just a phenomenon, it's the curse of the ashes that heralds its beginning.
Disasters are inevitable; stress levels will rise like the sea, people's hearts will dry up like rivers, emotions will be squeezed to the last drop, and pain will be trapped in your chests like smoke in a closed room.

Heart microbes will spread, the electrical currents in your chests will change, the carbon dioxide of fear will rise in your blood, and souls will become suffocated by the air of disappointment.

The curse will devour the great before the small, the weak before the strong. No one will escape the ashes when its orbit is complete.

Flee before it's too late... The curse of the ash began at the top and will not end until the last point on Earth.

Oh people... ashes do not decompose or disappear.
You have tried to make it a fertilizer for life,
All the plants spat it out, the soil rejected it, unable to absorb or digest it, the fertilizer became poison, and life became an echo of destruction.

These ashes are not ordinary ashes, they are your burned memories, your shattered dreams, all the fear, regret, and hatred you buried deep inside your hearts.

It is my curse that has become your curse, the curse of those who have no place, who have no homeland but in shadow and ashes.

Whoever wants salvation should purify his heart before the gray flood comes, and whoever wants peace should bathe in the light before it is extinguished.
And whoever remains in his heedlessness will be swallowed by the storm, just as it swallowed me when they stole my torch and left my curse.