Pulsars and supernovas, do not stir up, nor awake my love / till it is ready to be given the light; / until then, let it dwell in the information pitfall of infinity.

As I set out for the innards of the Unending, I hope this unintelligible road is a long one. I will go to the tree of the third dimension, and will take hold of the fruits thereof.

The figure rolled around us, spitting out seemingly random numbers. At each utterance, a small particle in the air would light up, like a pure square of rapidly changing colour.