Humanity’s wish to live; their desire to blind the gaze of death. Their resilience against the inevitable. They go out their way to prevent such, inventing and crashing their heads together to come up with new ideas, new technology. It never works, although they never stop.

Death watches with an annoyed look, wondering why they never seem to stop, why they always try to rise up and prove that they themselves are the true gods of Earth. They scurry around to find Death, to stop him. Death invades the cracks, rises and falls through the air, lives inside the minds of the mortals.

He cannot be stopped, but the ants of the earth try anyway.