particles in space and time traced from places unknown they came pulled unwilling from their peace, their place, their other space world dead with memories locked...crimson...red As this page is turned, (Will this story be the last) or a beginning of another machines old unwinding begin to crack to fail arrays cascade, collapse another life another way As this page is turned, Will this story be the last or a beginning of (another's past) in the chambers, where we hid behind crystal and glass the systems failed with a crack from energy stolen matter became intact As this page is turned, Will this story be the last or a beginning of (another) their eyes opened, new to a world (forgotten) an ancient chamber bare on the floor, cold, so cold fingers traced those cracks in the floor legs trembled, aching, every fresh move As this page is turned, (Will this story be the last) or a beginning of another (Will this story be the last) a Traveler rose, in that chamber with those tubes of crimson...red.... wondering while wandering...(passages unending) As this page is turned, (Will this story be the last) or a beginning of another's past Still air Was that the smell of ash? moons thrice hung one darkly reflecting black soft sand gray, toes sink in As this page is turned, Will this story be the last or a beginning of (another) As my last page turned.... My new story is written with the voices of those who followed we dreamed the same dreams from that crimson black now we walk together under a new sky, (unending)
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