There is a place amongst the stars where I lay. In the cold dark heavens, I stare back to earth. There are many places I have seen, there is many I haven't.
There are things that are out there, in far away distances where I can not lay my comprehension upon. Things vibrate here, and they do not rest. They change shape and colors to their own advantages, communicate within their own circles and disconnect with what they do not need. It will come in waves and last till there is no fight left on their blood-dampened ground.
Within these places, life gathers beneath the layers of reddened dirt. The stars see all these things happening, but cannot stop these events. They involve the shifted rebellions and the front lines of battles. It has happened for as long as I have heard these stories of gods, and as long as I have had breath in my lungs.
It will happen again, long after I have left my perch.
My eyes burn from these tears, that have welled in my lids. They fall from my cheeks. It happens. I feel; still like a living thing, but have no emotion to re-enforce correct information.
I will awake from this darkness to see the light on a horizon.
In 5 days time, I will enter this world.
In 6 weeks, I will gain salvation.

Let it happen.