After countless years, civilizations have risen and fallen.
I have witnessed great empires crumble and end, I have heard the impoverished tribes shout for freedom in a tragically heroic cry,
Regardless of the species, age, or civilization.
From deities to mortal beings, from slaves to astronauts, from mortals to ascenders.
From the unrealistic fantasies of utopias to the practice of grand narratives.
In every era, there exists a group of people like this, those who believe in tomorrow, believe in different things, believe that the sun will dispel darkness.
The long night is always chased away by the light, but shadows follow closely.
Yet, they find joy in this.
For the brief lifespan species, their lives are too short to see the inevitability of history. They fight against the night just to find hope.
In certain respects, they are right.
The planet where civilization is born is always spinning, and no matter how cold or how long the night is, the sun will always rise.
