The eons bled together. There was no longer the change of day to day, the rhythm of the seasons, but an evil calm with sudden moments of vicious violence in the distance. I no longer felt thirst, hunger, or any desire for anything, but to sleep and wait within the shadows of this ancient rubble. Then there came an alluring sense, a bright and warm light—a gathering of twinkling hope. I needed to consume it with all of my being.