This path has been walked before. I remember sitting in a sea of stars,
soaked in meditation. I reached out and chose a tiny gleam of light that
ruptured and bled. It burned away each atom of my being as the Light ran,
scorching a trail into my skin. It was but one fate set in motion, one that
I was certain could not be brought to finality. Each time I traced that line
in my mind, attempted to follow its probability to its logical end, it faded.
Each time until now. There are omens I have ignored in my haste
to pursue my own agendas.