Posted by admin at 8:47 PM on Sep 2, 2016


Our lives are a multitude of one. We are the clasped hands of stars through space. We are the long shadow of time on the tombs of those before us, the animations of lingering regrets on the crest of our own eclipse. It is here, in the fire of the present, that we light our torch from dying stars and dance to the flames of living memory. It is here, we shall shape the ash underfoot of destiny.