In the distant future,
a group of humans willingly crystallized their bodies
to bear the causality of wave-particles.
They followed one another into the unknown for a faint hope.
Crystal clusters grew within their fertile flesh.
Their swollen, twisted bodies were laced with crystals, charged and ready.
Death swung his scythe.
Photons traveled back and forth alone,
until now, when humans had begun to chase them.
Surpass the limits spoken of by the God of Love.
Break free of the fate within the light cone.
On the far shore of the infinite universe,
who is entangled with me?
The threads of space and time can be moved,
from the future to the past.
When choices decohere, is it consciousness or causality?
At last, the gods have descended.
