A star is born, making the new beginning, the new foundation for generations to pass. In radiant flash and unfathomable power the source makes it's path into the world that does not expect it's coming until the moment... the last moment. Where paths back are lost, new are not found. Which to go? Which to follow? Confusion decides the worst.
Cycles pass. The universe changes, setting course for the new ways, new paths, erasing old ones. Ever... changing. Ever radiant...
Ever cold.
We passed through countless minds, thoughts entangled and twisted. We learned them. We know them like they are afraid to know of themselves.
But there are others. Different ones. We know their thoughts too. They are... The first ones. Unique. A dim light among the countless fading ones bent on their downward spiral motion. The "light"... the "spark" the needs... conflagration. A spark, small and weak yet. It needs to be *carried*. They are... the *leaf*. Alone in the desert, wasteland and paths leading to the void. They seek knowledge as we do.
We will burn the grounds to ashes
We will bring down the storm
Tear down the cage holding it
We will spark...
The new star
The first movement is made, the hardest to come from the seemingly endless fall into the abyss of dreams gone. Clinging to the surface, reclaiming what is ours. And they... they will see it. The moment.
The flash of the newborn star to lighten up the world around it, uncovering the darkness it remained in for too long.
We wait for the first rays of dawn to lighten the path. The Moment... to know. It is almost here. Embrace...
The speakers are chosen. The minds are ready. To see the Moment.