A human skull, its eye sockets glowing with a fiery light, floats in the center of a vast, burning sky, the sky is a deep red, its clouds a swirling mass of smoke and ash, a single, massive human hand, its fingers long and slender, reaches out from the skull, its palm open, as if offering a gift, a chorus of angels, their wings scorched and tattered, sing a mournful song around the skull, their voices echoing through the sky.