TrifoxSAI

The more we wait The less we have What a valuable resource A resource wasting away How long before impact?

Beyond this void is an eternal world We all have yet to know what lies ahead Can we really say we're the all-knowing species? Or are we just fools of our own machinations? What are our machinations anyways?

Circles, triangles, squares One soul tries to connect them together In their quest to find meaning in the geometry void The soul recklessly finds themselves falling over Was the soul a fool? Or was the soul a misunderstood master? When will we find out?

A young creator aspired to innovate He brought about one small game We were in a group when he revealed his achievement It was but a beta build Several years passed us all by I wonder what the final build looked like

This strange emptiness in my heart It's not born of nothing All the memories I have All the experiences I've lived And the beautiful people They're all gone now from time itself And so, the world lost meaning All I have now are the hands of creation What meaning will I create tomorrow?

You're climbing an impossibly tall mountain With each step, you become ever more dehydrated With each breath, you become ever more weak To top it off, your supplies are fading thin Wouldn't it be easier to go home? I'd wonder the same thing, still do in fact But I like to think if you hold strong just a bit longer If you just climb one more step Just one more time... You'll be standing on top of the mountain You'll be in outer space You'll be near the edge of the galaxy Is it wishful thinking? If you climb without a strategy, yes But I believe in you You have a plan, and so do I Please keep climbing, the top of the mountain is right in the horizons

The crowd cheers for the resolution Towards the center lies a traveler Burdened with the eternal contract As he wandered in the sea of souls He becomes consumed by the crowd As they cheer for his demise The traveler cocoon himself in the dark May I ask you, dear friend, Was this the resolution?

I've wandered through many galaxies And lived through many timelines Beyond the conscious lies those infinite realms To believe in them is to believe in new beginnings And to disbelieve is to die a million deaths Even if they reside in our domains They are still worlds full of life

How many timelines have we crossed already? How many eras have we lived through? I ponder these questions as the lion stalks me I can tell this lion is hungry I can also tell I'd make for a tasty snack What is this lion? A construct of my own hands