Generating world...

Today could be the last day of life.

If it were all to end in a blood-dripping carnage

lurking around the bend, impaled upon a knife,

Or just slowly vanishes as the day light fades with age,

Leaving hopes and dreams to be devoured by hungry mice,

And the last breath of life, exhaled and floats away

on the wind, if today were the very last day.

three.js - Estelle Rivière's Exhibition of Paintings.