It is at this magical hour that a primal thought enters an ancient womb. A new world is conceived, entirely different from this one. And in this new world, there are no stars, satellites, planets, constellations, and celestial dust to litter space. Devoid of tectonics, evolutions, and all other inexorable transitions, emptiness is all that exists. An emptiness outside the reach of this expanding universe and the relentless grip of time. And within it, the possibility of you and I.
