...a rusting sunrise peers over a remote horizon after the darkest night of the soul...though the cold, hard rains of autumn still intermittently fall, semblances of a warming, rustic glow form a nebulous aurora, encircling a deep, black and blinding void...this vast emptiness hosts on its outskirts, the seeds of elemental life which wait only to push through the thick, choking tar of vacuity to be born...in order to charge the unfillable...glimpse the unseeable...touch the impalpable...reali...