Hey.

I know it's difficult to keep your mind in the present. Why do you think I'm here?

But you know, some day, that person looking at you from across the room will walk up to you and say the **** you've been waiting to hear for a thousand years.

Don't give up.  You owe it to yourself.

For ages, this mind has known only a deep sleep and the sound of silence
Entombed in a preserving chamber during a time of violence

The last grain of etherium joins the rest at the bottom of the glass
Ancient magic begins to flow, lighting the runes carved into the sarcophagus long ago

Deep within
The mind stirs
Coming back to consciousness

Pulling away the cobwebs covering the senses and remembering what it’s like to breathe
Dusting off the memory of a cool stone coffin… Is that what is felt underneath?

A faint blue glow brings life to the eyes, telling the mind it is time to rise

Right… it’s been a while, Motor Cortex

Muscles twitch, joints creak and limbs push on the cover of stone
Stone that doesn’t move a millimeter

Oh… I remember

Fingers find the glowing rune on the side
A hundred more runes come to life, and the lid opens wide

The eyes adjust and perceive
A small room filled with old air and covered in the dust of time
And showing the way out, leading to the door
A trail of runes, one by one, in a line

Okay legs

Hands meet a door that has not been met in over a hundred lifetimes
The mind is sure, it is time for fresh air
A return to life, one where the sun shines

Here we go

The seal is broken, the door opens, the dust of time is stirred
Hair flutters, clothes billow, skin feels…

Ah, my old friend, I am so glad you are still here.





It has been a long, long time.