I dreamt of Samsimeon again last night. He occupies my every thought now, night and day. And each time I think of him, I feel myself move one step closer to my own death. Not that it frightens me; it’s been a long time coming and any fear that death once held for me has long since dissipated.
Chaos… the building blocks of outer space.
The layman only understands the night sky from what he sees.
To understand its purpose, he tries to abandon his senses.