Everything is born. Everything dies.

  Amid shadows and darkness, a new light reappears—after having been dead for more than a thousand years. The beginning of the end… or the end of the beginning.

  There are no answers.

  There never were.

  Was there even a question to begin with?

  Impossible to know.

  From the ocean that once adorned the planet, only lifeless buckets of water remained—drained of color and vitality. A mere memory of what once existed and will never exist again.

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  For what dies does not return.

  And what returns was never truly alive.

  A world that ended.

  A world that still continues.

  And a world yet to exist.

  How can three ideas coexist at the same time?

  Very easily.

  If none of them are real, then all of them coexist simultaneously.

  An idea is not real.

  What is real can be felt, seen, and witnessed.

  Contradictions and truths.

  Life and death.

  Three beginnings.

  The crowned eagle circles frozen mountains and blazing volcanoes—balancing between two shifting, opposing truths.

  An ugly, dim tree grows in the middle of a withered field. Its dull colors and dry leaves continue rising until they become colossal.

  And finally, the human heart turned beast, roaring with hatred every single day—until a bitter, sorrowful end.

  Three beginnings.

  Three truths.

  And a new world reborn.

  THE END