We’ve been looking death in the eye recently,
Saying goodbye to an old heart—
A final beat that echoes through the fabric of time.
The profound weight of life and death hangs,
A truth we can’t escape,
Yet, in this confrontation,
We find something stirring—
A spark that becomes a catalyst,
A force propelling us forward.
So, what are we doing?
We are making things.
We are reigniting the flames that flicker through this brief existence.
Our time traveller, Orion Vox,
A traveller not just through space,
But through the threads of time itself,
Is being forged.
A story of the now,
Of the space we occupy,
Of all the worlds that dance around us.
More soon. But for now,
We move. We create.
Because when faced with the end,
It is not the end we must fear,
But the moments we let slip by.
So we hold tight,
To the reigniting,
The journey,
The spark that refuses to die.
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