into the stars, shaking his head. "This is fucking insane, " he muttered to himself, looking

studies in recent years, suggesting scientists were closing in on mapping the DNA of some cr

t twinkle of light from

a long, breathless moment

racker going off—only to jus

ed on—bobbing and swaying—

July out here in the abandoned

is truck, unable to believe hi

f string and flute, that seemed

to turn it on, but it revved a

he dash in f

ere now danc

was rising e

voices beca

girls in melodious harmony—

starbursts and endless circli

d his truck door and

ve scooped him up, as

-awoke in the middle

gh the trees which way

how long he had lain

bove through the cra

ch ran up his spine o

hellbent on getting out

eard it, the sound of

lash in the sky, as i

of the split in real

saucer and set down u

r a time before findin

nt, tracking fast thro

across a stream, how

ed on but kept feeling the direction was wrong. Finally, the humming returned and he founded

ing that he had to shield his eyes—and there was a great flash. After the bright light died off

wing from their cores—as if their chakras were still alive—s

heard in his head. One wear

d, in a soft glass voice of ne

ttered. "Why have you brough

Kane, however, we come arme

exhaustion and exhilaration

ir circle around him—reaching

rying to fend them off—but th

ever, they simply lifted him u

nsion—but we are no longer of this world. We were once humans o

e? I was supposed to die today

. You see, Kyle, we died befo

? Are you saying I died out th

rry on where we cut it off—for just like you, each of us was a selfish suicide—and each of us regretted the exit. But you see us here today because we each failed to find our way back to Love—and so we were damned to save 1000 souls before we could save our own. But you still have time to learn your lessons, Kyle Kane. This i

horses running wild. It was not the night he had expected—but an unexpected turn into the abyss of quantum entanglement. As Deodorph continued to explain to him, now he was fluid. He was more free of his fleshy moorings—yet still rooted in reality. This was hi

their time runs short, just as it did for us. Our hope is to redeem enough that we too may someday

l state of things—ready to at least put one foot in front of the o

derlites were gone. 'Be not

r a sign of where to go, when

t, feeding back up into the sk

of there—and his first thought

cided to open his heart up and embrace the weird way things were unrolling. He settled within him

e walked westward, already half the man he was only hours ago—a

n sure what hour it was—or how long he had been gone. It was still night out, but perhaps this

e was hovering an inch above the ground—cushioned beneath his soles by an icy blue Soulfyr. It wa

hat he was looking for—or of what he was intending to do—becau

n from happiness that he had endured in recent years—including h

ove him, but looking in the mirror, he could not see what she saw.

m of light, he noticed more clea

en next, " he whispered. He pu

jolly, it was a wonder what s

aybe she felt that way about everyone in her life—since she had

rang in his ears in unison, ri

h—and you learn what you've lost. Her name is not Heather—nor g

ding up the picture of Heathe

blank white square that suddenly caught fire—causing him to f

could be sure of was that it