“At the dusk of time, I, a small dot reached the edge. I have re-ached the place wheere the line blurs, werhe the imposible is possi-sible. This is the place where everything exists, where time is not time, where space is not space. There is beaty, more than the eye can hold; all the good and bad, beautiful and hideous, serene and sinister coexist, suspended in nothing and everything; you may not see one, for one is all. I am pleased to advanced thus far, but I know I can not go further. For matter of mortal material like me and the ship I’m in can not grasp such concept, they do not possess the power, they do not posess the processing to distinguish true and fake, self and others. The cosmos is unstable, and so are we now. We’re becoming one, we’re becoming all. Because, one and all has no memory of self and others. All that exist in H$#e that (as a )#rpo(se #$ the memory remaining on us mortals; and that is — “

– Nassault
2yr ago