"NO!" The scream that erupted from her lips was unlike anything he'd ever heard before. He grabbed her and hauled her away but she was still sobbing, still screaming, still straining towards the limp corpse of her brother.
MATTER DOES NOT MATTER UNLESS WE MAKE IT MATTER. IT IS MERELY CORRIDORS TO WANDER THROUGH AND GET TO KNOW OURSELVES. ALL IMAGES FADE AND THE EYE OF THE OBSERVER IS THE ONLY TRUTH. WHAT SOME PEOPLE CALL THE END IS AS A CATERPILLAR DECLARING ITS DEATH WHEN IT TRANSFORMED INTO A BUTTERFLY. PHYSICAL CASINGS FADE AND TRANSFORM BUT THE EYE OF THE SOUL REMAINS. IF YOU HAVE NOTHING INSIDE, NEITHER CAN YOU REMEMBER IT BUT DOESN'T MEAN YOU DIDN'T EXIST Anastacia Fearless (author)