"Dark reality swam, paradoxically lethargic and unrelenting, all around us. No cathartic relief. Only full encompassing black. DOXIAN was born out of decay and of hours and hours of voyeuristic exploration. We sat in the dark until our eyes adjusted and that's when a new world began to bleed through. A world of silent drift, a utopian neo-rubble in the guise of suburban Midwest America. And we saw what lay underneath the surface of your hope and security: depression, violence, perversion, void. We saw the same in ourselves. Submit. Submit and see yourself."