This generation is lost in the chaos of their own making. Above them, unseen but ever-present, He watches. Not with anger, not with judgement, but with sorrow. He has called out a thousand times, through the music, through the ache in their soul - but how many listen?

His presence reaches out once more, a final attempt. “Let me in, let me lead you.” But they press forward into the night, thinking they still have time.