The past has been overturned, yet the fire still burns bright. The man pursue the signal assigned to him by the earth. Yet, all hope is swallowed by the theatre of the end that never comes.
The future has all but dissapeared as the every interpretation intensifies. The spectacle is cyclical, such is the nature of the spiral of time.
Tell me, what is the end that you seek? Are you seeking judgment? Are you trying to evade it?
He has yet to come. Your existence has already ended. Such is the nature of transience.
But rejoice! The monolith of eternity has been opened. The rift at the end of time is in sight.
The performance has not started, for you have yet exist.
The future has all but dissapeared as the every interpretation intensifies. The spectacle is cyclical, such is the nature of the spiral of time.
Tell me, what is the end that you seek? Are you seeking judgment? Are you trying to evade it?
He has yet to come. Your existence has already ended. Such is the nature of transience.
But rejoice! The monolith of eternity has been opened. The rift at the end of time is in sight.
The performance has not started, for you have yet exist.