Original History

Before "being" is born, there is only a sigh. You open your eyes and see not the world, but your own death. Every "ending" is a mirror that reflects a life you've never lived. You're not receiving an invitation, you're returning to a place you never left. The applause and overture have ended countless times before, and now... Only echoes remain. This absolute silence does not require you to remember it again, it only requires you to make the same sound. Like the inevitable, silent echo of a pendulum before it reaches its peak...