a world of compression, nothing left but
microchips and molecules. life and death
collide as one. origination. creation. the
universe on the tip of your tongue, super-
novas shimmering like jewels within your
very eyes. this could be the godhood you've
secretly been dreaming of, or the damnation
of the only existence you've ever known.
you better make up your mind quick--
or else everything will fall victim to the
vacuum of eternal night.