In a dying world,
we are left to redundancy.
Without importance,
without meaning.

We feel the decay
surrounding us.
Knowing not
about the true fate.

The eternal hope
is lost forever.
We move slowly
towards a vortex.

A vortex of vast emptiness.
A neverending sphere,
An eagle of dreams
A nation of globes.
All in one,
forming The Void.

then...

Incredible powers unleashed.
Darkness.
Not a trace of time.
Lands of idle items.
Quite existences.

Worlds of light
forming everywhere.
Beginning,
once again.

Storms of life,
moving nowhere,
rekilling everything.
Boundaries of thoughts.

Create life.
Create time.

Create Reality