MÖBIUS STRIPPED
GENESIS
In the beginning, was there the chicken or the egg? Without darkness, can there be any perception of light? From the moment of beginning, is there already the awareness of an end?
A seed was cast across the void. A spark seeking to become a flame. A baited lure with an imperceptible line leading back to a distant shore.
It drifted with seeming randomness while actually following a hidden path. Finding the points that connected one reality to the next. Gathering strength–fuel–to power its metamorphosis, parasitizing and consuming as necessary to reach its goal.
And from the darkness, a star was reborn.
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