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...
It feels as though a cold wind 
is raging inside of me.
كما لو كانت هنالك رياح باردة تعصف في داخلي
Als würde ein kalter Wind in mir wüten.
Como si un viento helado 
soplara con fuerza dentro de mí.
Comme si
Sembra che un vento freddo 
stia soffiando all'interno del mio corpo.
É como se um vento gelado estivesse
se agitando dentro de mim.