The Narrators

Souls are dipped in stories, dripping the wisdom of a thousand lives.

One: It was once disbursed to billion little places, displaced on an aging Earth, searching for its lost lovers like someone traveling the journey home.

Two: It's not halved, but two parts cling like magnets to one another, through the storms and the hardship and even through death.

Three are the lives of the broken shards, given away to others too soon. Not every piece is part of the same mirror.

Four are the forces of every existence. Life vs. Death, Air vs Earth, Fire vs Water. Spirit vs Object. The way the world balances out every being is with another equally opposite.

Five are the senses. Taste, Touch, Smell, See, and Feel. The energies that flow through every shred of being out there.

Zero and Infinity are the times with which we have to experience these things. For we are alive every moment until we die and live again. The incarnations of every reality ever created, every story that's been told or will be told.

We are the narrators of every challenge overcome, and every defeat. We are everything, and nothing at all. We are the past, the present, the future, and beyond.

We are those very souls, forever all over again.