You open a page, as if guided by the invisible hand of your future self. The haunting coldness you feel informs you it can't be anything less than the mingling of two particles that should not be in the same place at the same time.
In front of your eyes, you see the faint glow of letters being traced, as if by magic. 9 words:
All Ends, For Naught Begins That Does Not End.
In your mind, thoughts gather:
"Try and remember where you've seen those words"
Your eyes lose their focus, and the paper burns...
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"…The City began to crumble on itself. Thousands upon thousands of helpless people tried their best to flee, but so many more didn't. Some by choice, but most didn't have the luxury to make it, that choice. It was tragic, simply tragic… "
" We were one, and then suddenly we were not. We were not built for this. "
Credits
All music & art by Sylfvr