Should darkness rise from the depths of the cavern, the boundary between and man and mushi will vanish. Life itself will become bereft of death, and the natural order will crumble. The world as we know it will be no more. Mishappen beings and taboos unique to man lie in wait along the path of thorns...
If I say I'm envious of you, 
Kumado, will you get mad?
إن قلتُ أنّي أحسدك، هل سيغضبك هذا؟
Wenn ich sage, dass ich
 dich beneide, Kumado,
Si te dijera que siento envidia 
de ti, ¿te enojarías conmigo?
Si je te disais 
que je t’envie,
Se dico che sono invidiosa, ti arrabbi?
Se eu falar que te invejo, Kumado,
você vai ficar bravo?