Your world will solidify in a island, your world will become either island of salvation or island of imprisonment. Some will try to escape from it diving into white foam of they freedom and some will find their shelter and dream on your shores. After the clash, now everybody quietly listens depth of its own fall in to the silence, teared apart by screams of mutilated child that is left behind on the battlefield. Woman fell asleep in her own dream. Only mothers embrace will be able to bury a pain.