Meanwhile, against the rain slick, tiny particles of water reflected the glittering beams of light that where being emitted from the Father Star. Feeding its children with pure solar tenderness, the light crept through the damp alleyways of Goldensquare, the business capitol of the world: A modern Wall street. Fueling the radical fad of the DOOM generation, Father Star remained in status quo simply out of necessity. A guiding light, from which all young moderns are born and realized. A potential that is limited by what remains of his story: Mankind’s ill conceived marble statue, that which crumbles ever more frequently due to the corrosion of the indisputable powers that be.