Dawn of the first day of the end times, we witness the first light. Awakened by a high-beam burst of energy, I wake up from this dream state, rekindled. Our ways had become a lost art; we were led astray. But we were here—our existence, an anomaly. Our light paving the way. Releasing myself from the tethers I had bound myself with, I walk this strange timeline. Then I start running. Eventually, soaring through the Ether. The universe will remember, and this memory made sacred, even eons after we’ve died and withered. Resembling the life cycle of a star, phasing through time, birth, death, and rebirth. I want to see it all unfold.

An awakening in spacetime

A start to an end

Lost in a dream state

now I set myself in motion.