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...
No matter where I run away to,
 it's still the same.
أينما هربت، لا فرق
Wo ich auch hingehe, es ist dasselbe.
Huya adonde huya, todo sigue igual.
Où que j’aille, 
c’est toujours la même chose.
Non importa dove fuggo, 
è sempre lo stesso.
Não importa aonde eu vá, 
as coisas continuam iguais.