They traveled with the speed of light, they rode on rays of sunshine, they changed form in spinning images while moving from one dream to the next. Their blood flowed like lava in molten arteries, their hair was in flames, smoke marked their passage on early morning skies- a new day dawning, but they're already miles away. On their shoulders they carried humanity's forsaken memories, they weighed their worth in nostalgia, they exchanged glimpses of a fading past with generous pieces of freshly-baked oblivion.

Time is a man made concept, time is the nourishment sustaining everything, it is the promise of our demise, it is the foundation of the universe. Time is only one dimension among infinite others, yet the world revolves around Time. How can I trust you, knowing our lives are written in Time's script and we cannot resist the Call luring us higher, further, away from all we once held near? How can I doubt you, when the desire to believe is stronger than even the need to protect myself?