Decaying decorations of a humanity long extinct are governed by novel breeds of flies in dense swarms breathed out by maggots, hordes of horrid rats, and cockroaches scuttling like pin drop choirs over the relics of mankind under a dismal Sun.
"We see death coming into our midst like black smoke, a plague which cuts off the young, a rootless phantom which has no mercy or fair countenance... that comes with unseemly haste. It is a grievous ornament that breaks out in a rash. The early ornaments of black death."
