Dwell furtively my children. Escape into a world of transfiguration; permutation from your previous self.
Space rules over time, but until you can escape the hold of time's callous embrace, you are forever subjected to it. Primitive minds cannot look beyond what they cannot see, but only visit in dreams, or surmise a controversial experience of the matter. Keep your eyes upon the firmament of your sanity and let not the intangible become the manifested.

Grab hold of your hate, your love, your loneliness, and your emptiness. Solidify it into a weapon that knows no bounds. This shall be your "space".

But never forget, stand firm in your hate, breath in your loneliness, and embrace your love and dive into the plane of your new metamorphosis. Let departure be the beginning of a long sought out change. Departure equals motivation. Departure equals push. The incentive that proves that I am still here. And that our works is far from apex of our existence.

I'am still here, humans.
I'am still here, Angels.
I' am still here, demons.


I'am still here, Joshua.
I never left.