Beneath the sky, we roam the planet. We are born, only to die the same thing: mistakes. It was a mistake to let us live, and it's a mistake to kill us. One way or another, we cause problems; not only for the ones we love or the ones we hate, but even those who would ultimately have no connection to us, and the planet itself. High above us, only the clouds can see the future past the horizon, and it is for this reason that they weep. They know all too well the terror we can and have caused, or the future that we bring along with it.