Notes, chords, moans, screeching iron, red-hot steel, the fear of not being able to complete the sequence, the desire to see the sunlight again. The memory of a planet that no longer exists, the cosmic void that pervades, the awareness of having to say goodbye to myself. I reach out to the stars, a light blinds me, it doesn't warm me, it burns! My breathing increases, labored, I'm not alone, I'm part of infinity, I must cross the border, the journey must not end. I shouldn't be afraid, it will be like always, it's already happened...