I was flowing through the light.
The Celestial Star Owls followed along.
I flow backward in time.
I access a memory and view a beautiful moment.
It was the day he fell in love.
But this memory was stemed to another.
It was the day he lost her.
This is where our universe begins to die.
He looks to drugs to numb away the pain.
There is nothing here that I can use to help us.
This memory is on a cycle that will never end in happiness.
I travel further back and cannot seem to access any new memories.
They are like clouded stars.
Beings made of shadow and black smoke are trying to consume the memories.
They scream at my approach.
The Celestial Star Owls begin to attack them.
This race of evil shadow black smoked beings are call "The addiction."