The main sequence is ended then death becomes life, diffused upon emptiness, spreading divine light. Generating the sphere The light decays into life and we are but death embodied in flesh. Generating the sphere From a distance, and through the lens of time, Chaos seems still. Generating the sphere Our future foretold by clouds in the void, behind their beauty lies their violence. In this place anything that grows is dying. In this place anything that dies is growing. What's left of us will change Forged by violence and shaped by pain We only exist in body.