After a long time, it is still here, with a lessening energy, in a hell built by time, a naked era, without motion, staring and stationary, in slow moving rays of light…

A short while later, light slowly fades, full of dust, time passes, it passes by cloudy… Is it still here? It's not! Why, it is here!

A short while later, the sky grows hazy and lowers down on us, time passes lowly, light loses its luster… Is it gone? No, it's gone. Yes, it's here but it's not moving.