Prologue

we are all like stardust

infinite and 

bright and 

scattered;

until 

the end snuffs out our light

~

Time is a concept humans have created. They created the limit themselves, they decided to measure what is intangible and completely abstract.

Though it is not a bad thing that they had done this measure. The essence of it, however, is screwed.

Why create time concepts to measure the now when you decide to wait and determine your impending doom?