'The end of one world creates another'



Death is something that ends one and rebuilds, like a recycling pattern, except with souls of pure life.



.....One seeks the truth....the truth of himself and his past...a past he never really knew well enough. But this past was not really his own, oh no. It belonged to another form, another person in a different world. Yes he had gone from one life to another, but he somehow REMEMBERED it........



...Something wasn't right. Life is supposed to move on.....



....This time it has frozen still....