Written as somewhat of a sequel to Supernova...doesn't really make sense, but whatever.
We are the learners, we are the forgetters, we are the forgotten. We are the paradox, the read between the lines, the confused, the confusing. We are the strivers, we are the achievers, we are the imperfect. But most of all, we are the uncertain. Insecurity is a trick played on us by our own eyes, we trust no one, but we trust ourselves, and this was the one mistake. This was the apple that Eve saw, that she bit, that she dropped, she fell. This was the curse, this is our curse, and trust is a multi-faceted craze of passion that ends in nothingness.
