HADES: The alabaster streets are terribly empty, bare, and absent of any life or moving form.
"Hello? Where is everybody?" I speak, but the emptiness makes my voice even that much more alone. How can this be? Everyone dies, I surmise, don't we all return back home to take up again the art of eternity? Where is everyone hiding?
Billions of years The cycle of to and fro, mortal schools of thought and reflections, to live anew, die, and come back alive. This cycle was not about to change now Where the hell was everyone at? All of us have been doing this same exact thing for forever ...