Life is but a fleeting spark in an endless night.
That night is eternity: vast, cold, indifferent to our dreams and fears.
Mankind cradles itself in illusions of meaning and importance, but the universe remains silent.
It offers no answers, no comfort—only silence.
In truth, there is no mercy written into the cosmos.
Humans are like islands of loneliness adrift upon the ocean of fate.
When they meet, it is but a brief collision of solitudes.
They cling for a moment—through blood, friendship, love, or hatred—
then the sea pulls them apart once more.
Each one drifts inevitably toward their end, alone before the darkness.
Such is the truth of life.
Yet some refuse that end.
They dare to defy death, to chase immortality at any cost.
But immortality is not the radiant salvation mortals imagine.
It is a cold law of the universe: neither just nor cruel, simply relentless.
To live forever is to watch all else wither and die.
Eternal life turns you into a witness of the decay of all things—
an existence without conclusion, without forgetfulness.
Life is a fleeting dream.
Death is a brutal awakening.
And immortality… an endless insomnia.
Do not expect consolation within these pages.
The universe knows no justice, no compassion.
Abandon all illusions of salvation or escape:
there will be none.
Before infinity, there is only one sharp, naked truth.
You remain.