I gaze into the void as I fall freely toward it.
What lies ahead is eternal, infinite, unfurling in space.
Existence itself would not suffice to grasp it all.
The life I lack pales beside the life I’ve left behind.
Life? Lives—for they are many, endless and uncountable,
lost infinitely in the seconds I spent confined in each room,
discovering my own essence, scripting my own existence.
Here I stand, indelible and infinite—a tangle of memories
I strive to unravel with each step, claiming a new life
that is my present, my now.
Never before have I felt a stranger to myself,
an alien in my own body.
For all is boundless, ineffable—
felt only by the soul, trembling faintly with awe.
Here I am, spellbound by the infinite,
piloting the vessel of my present.