No one knows what’s going on. People roll unaware and indifferent among the rubble of this dying civilization like leaves in the wind. It is a journey without return to an inhuman and colorless world, without heroes. Only victims and executioners. Yet noble voices of hope still emerge that resound with melancholy, beauty and poetry, are Walk In Darkness. Walk In Darkness are all the people who still walk despite the darkness. WID are all those who in the last day will still be standing, injured and tired but still standing. WID are all those who in the last day will still be human, with their dreams suspended in the sky.