For centuries, men struggled to renew the face of the earth. An endless cycle of dominations, conflicts and revolutions. The stigma of death carved in the fragile hearts of the living oppressed, the breathing poor and the general weak. Making the world as a rotten battleground for the living and a damned sepulcher for the lifeless.

           Yet, despite the countless noble souls who hoisted the flag of peace, majority of these savage animals chose to ignore the cries of their sisters and brothers by turning a blind eye on their sufferings and by taking refuge in the confines of their warm stoned homes.The world once founded by great men turned into a heartless society not of men but of beasts. A living manifestation of naturalist, Charle's Darwin's, "Survival of the Fittest".

           But then again in year 485, a sudden appearance of a new creature halted men's atrocities towards each other. Like how a tiger stops chasing after the deer as it spots another prey. It was when the human race by far, committed its greatest mistake. The creature wasn't just any other prey. It has a lion for its head, a goat for its body and a serpent for its tail. It was a chimaera. And it started hunting down the human race. In just a blink of an eye, the once overpopulated proud race of man was driven on the brink of extinction.

          Once again mankind was reminded of another grim reality to ponder. "The Fittest Doesn't Only Lie Among the Taxon of Men." and maybe... it never actually did.