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Dawn breaks forth in her melancholy beauty over our fair city for one last time. A tremor sounds Typhon's death roar: Our time has come. As the red death creeps forward all I have ever known surrenders to destruction under the fires from the depths. Cries are lost in the charred walls, cries from the sons and daughters of Pompeii as they become one with the Earth their mother; soulless stone caricatures of the dead. The smoke of Vesuvius billows like night to black the sun, Helios hides his face from us. I see the jaws of Hades open wide. Surely we have angered all the gods! Surely our memory will rest in stone to tell the ages to come the swift retribution upon Pompeii...