In the depths of night... There is no space, no time. Nada. In the dark. It is a mystery where the new will come from. It will not be good. That's how it is, we have to accept it.

There is no hope left. It's all over. How could it all be over? It's over, it's over, it's not over. It's over. It can't be over and it never will be. It will never end. Maybe never. Maybe never again. The wheels of the world turn, turn, turn.