In the beginning, there was only one. A single black infinitude... so cold and dark for so very long... that even the burning light was imperceptible and the growing darkness finally coexisted into one and many. An ideal is something worth striving for, to race behind then stumble and fall however the one's worth to that goal can rise again, stay strong and sometimes help us to accomplish such wonders to improve and rest the soul...or warp us to a sense of self-destruction until all that's left is a hollow void, driven by obsession (So...here's my version of a DCEU that's successful in the rewritten version that I love to tell, Hope you like it)All Rights Reserved