A soul's first plunge into the depthsto be tested to the extremes in a cyclical nature not yet known to the breadth of humankind.A mindless wonder through the astral plane,Another arrival to a lifeyou have never lived,another first of many to exist in harmony.The echoes of your lives are heard,And so with the heart,You will see what you have beenBut never what you Could have been, 

A poem by Marisa Coltabaugh This existence,this reality,is nothing morethan a simulation.There is no hero to the story.We’re all non-player characters in a video gamebeing played by no oneup above.The game has already been runthrough several iterations.There are still glitches in the program. A consequence of there being no one to fix them.System failures,bugs,runs that end too abruptly.This ru...