About

In number, there is one for every life which ever was, or ever will be. And like most lives, they wait for a moment, the moment, when it will be sent on its journey back toward the yellow sun. Approaching the sun brings definitive change. It will never again be the same. Appearing in our skies, it is believed to be the prophecy of extraordinary events. The birth of kings. The death of empires. After centuries, or millennia, the journey must end. Perhaps smothered by its own dust, the dark, soulless body continues eternally through space and time. It may disintegrate and crumble into inconsequential rubble. Or it may be lost forever, crashing, burning, into the yellow sun. And as I look into the sky and it looks back on me, I want to know, which am I? I need to know. Is this the beginning of a journey – or the end.



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