We tremble in awe before that which cannot be seen. We respect with every fiber of our being that which cannot be explained. People are able to hold on to hope, since death is that which cannot be seen. Oh, all of us hold to hope that we are flying the skies with our eyes open. We reach out with our hands, brush away the clouds and pierce the sky to grab the moon and Mars but we still can't reach the truth. There is no hope for us. Only those who are swallowed by ignorance and fear and miss a step, fall into the rapid river called hope. Everything in this world exists to wear you down. And so fell the sword of fate, into the pits of an alternate reality to rebirth once again.All Rights Reserved