Each soul was marked by a gift given by God himself, hope seemed eternal. People used their gifts to build, live and develop. But nothing is perfect, not even harmony. Gradually, envy, greed and ambition entered the hearts of people, and instead of cooperating, they began to use their abilities against each other. Soon, war broke out, destructive, icy, as if nature itself felt disgust for the inhabitants of this world. The day the first blow was struck, a catastrophe occurred: all abilities faded. Miracle became emptiness, and humanity was left without its greatest gift.

Your friend, Mark, always claimed that he was "closer to God" because of his ability to hear his voice, but now he was as helpless as everyone else. Winter fell upon the world.

One day, you sat by the fire with Mark, listening carefully to his words.

Mark - God is silent.

Mark looked up at the stars hidden behind the gathering clouds.

Mark - I don't think he sees the point in us anymore.