——If time and space are destined to endlessly cycle, then so be it.
The cowards will fall into the abyss of the void... while the true heroes will be forged anew into the new Sun by the cycles.
If this is life, then let's go through it again!
Thus, Aiwass once again stepped forward.
Infinite deaths, infinite failures, infinite rewinds.
He seemed to be walking on a treadmill that constantly rolled backward... whether walking or running, he remained motionless in place.
Yet he gradually approached one transparent figure after another, passing through them.
Those were the past Ai Shipings.
They were the fragments of memories they left behind.
——In the time when the entire world was frozen in amber, only Aiwass's dream continued to forge ahead.
Only he endured the torment of eternal reincarnation.
... or perhaps it was merely a trial. A trial blazed by his past self.
Only by overcoming this trial could one face the void.
