Aether slowly raised his head.
It was funny how the sky had always looked the same. It was like a variable, always the same, never to be changed; it was told what to hold, a beautiful sky, and it never changed itself.
Not empty. Not alive. Just… there. A ceiling you stopped questioning after a while. What reason did it even have to be there, sure if you went by science, it was obvious, but what about beyond science?
Was it a limit to humanity? Or just a place we try to reach, and go beyond our goals.
Two different sides of the same coin; rather, it depends on who questions it.
However.
But now it was changing.
