The bright blue sky remained cloudless, and the aquamarine ocean still crashed gently onto the white sand beach, but the scene was suddenly warped. Twisted, as I processed Thad's words.
~ Lynne Matson
You die. Thad's voice was heavy; the fire was gone. It's like everyone has a personal window of time that the gateway to Nil stays open for them. It's always one year. Exactly three hundred sixty-five days. If you miss that window, you're done.
If the truth was equal to the lie, and our love was equal to our hatred, we would become absolutely nil persons.
~ Marieta Maglas- Eschatological Regression
