The sweet melancholy is heard. "The rulers of this land have long been forgotten and like ghosts, we too have been haunting ourselves. The pain needs to end. The walls need to come down for the beauty has to die. Only then can hope survive for the throne will be built upon the treacherous bodies of those annihilators. The nightmare finally breaks. The wall is no more there. The streak has ended as I will finally step past this wall. I wonder what lies behind it.....