When worlds collide it often happens like the tree in the forest. No one cares when it falls. They shouldn't, for life is too precious.

These frequently asked questions, this boredome... these humans I'm staring at. Do they ever wish to follow the stars? I don't. Never liked space as it turns out, the lack of substance can be a bit scary. That's why lack of emotion is worse than the presence of pain. It's inevitably to recognize that concern every time the sky is empty and the distractions are all past.

Now, now. There must be some innovation, some secret I haven't found out yet. Someone must know. I don't think it's hidden in me as I've searched for so long, but it's definately out there. Time is not a flat line.

Does everything really have to be about the golden ratio? I hope the stars don't apply to rules. That would ruin the magic, wouldn't it?