The world is doomed, but the sky remains as blue as ever. At its edge, wafts of cloud drifted unsurely, teetering between here and there.

What lies on the other side of the clouds? It is infinite blackness, a nothingness that goes on forever and ever and ever.

It is midnight, and the velvet blue will soon give way to the orange-pink of dawn. Then, mountains painted by the light of the stars, appear at the edge of the basin.

The tree lies in the middle, arms stretching outwards, teaching for the heavens that is unattainable, its feet grasps the soil of the earth, that had begun dying, when it began to live.

The transience of life is a complete circle.

- Heaven Mage Adi