andtheir shops. They deserted the streets to crack and scatter intothe soil, renouncing dominion over the world and rejecting their own progress for the promise of the new and the next. And so Earth sits in splendid ruin.On the horizon a metro rises in grotesque majesty, and be-hind us the ocean roars with life. Above us the sky twists andturns to watch us— an evolution of stars and light. I know lit-tle of this world, but hope gathers in my chest. This is our ﬁrst chance. Maybe our only one.
I’d been taught there was one reality: a reality guided andoverseen and created by others. But standing on the edge of the past, I feel potential coursing through me. The naturalstrands of life are free here, glorious and unrestrained. Timeslides around and wraps me in its protection. Anything can