We are all but one of those tiny specks of light that color this world.
The canvas, empty night of a map, that we call life.
And in this life, our fireworks are but faint shimmers in the lightning of the infinite.
We are all but one of those tiny specks of light that color this world.
The canvas, empty night of a map, that we call life.
And in this life, our fireworks are but faint shimmers in the lightning of the infinite.