So beyond this lakes of grass and golden beaches, where the sunlight reflects the layers of fluid that the stars fell upon the nights before, we stand again and again throughout time to trace more of these maps in the vacuum that might hold answers of our origin. What these origin might tell we not know, but why in the visions of sages who meditate tell us of being able to see the edge, and the edge being gods who are immortal this time. Isn't that an excuse not being able to dream a faraway future, a history beckoning to be written in the classrooms of tomorrow among the hills and valleys of Mars where one day we might set foot.
In between these footpaths in the sands of time and destiny once more where this time we will touch the next heaven and the next in strange prime number times that we might one day wake up in another system bordering other galaxies that we might wonder how far our footsteps have taken us. And then we see the long trail in the dunes and lake edges, that we remember the ghosts of the past called culture and language and be relieved of the thought that we made such a leap that finally no blood shed on the soils of broken dreams of earth are wasted ever because we made it finally.
In the final years and days of these artificial histories set against time and boundaries of imagination we must strive to make it no matter what those old tyrants wanted to stop us from doing, because they had a dream of some immortals asking them to look inside and go blind. Wandering these star systems in the future one day, will our children ask why we took it this long to get there only to be told that the sacrifice absolves any question they might have of our frailness to reach the edge of time.
Time yet again, our master and our destiny holds nothing against us, but dreamers are we, we push time to the edge in the hopes of drowning it and seeing how it dies because we cant dream further than the boundaries it sets us. Then again in the past lands on men where they fought over liquids of black that they failed to realize that they were lost in this land or their making, that if given time and space for those who wanted to change to change, we would have reached here and finally there a long time ago. Nothing is late now, we are here already aren't we, dreamers, humans, everyone, so now let us take again the next trail in time, we follow where it takes us, it guides us, because amazingly, we dreamed of time, and we created it, and we must follow it.