I was walking on distant planets, looking at the celestial wonders of the great unknown above me. I was looking for clues, as they were somehow written in the primordial rays of light traveling through space and time to reach my eyes. As if my light reflects back to interstellar space, joining the cosmic theater of galaxies, followed by a song of gravitational waves. I close my eyes and see ancient supernovas, and comets sailing across the cosmic ocean, bringing a fraction of singularity with them in the form of minerals and elements. They are in my blood. And then I just stand in a calm acceptance of my fate, knowing that what is ahead of me is still shrouded in the dark. If I look long enough, I'm sure that I can find it. Perhaps just to lose it again, but for a brief moment, me and all the inhabitants of the worlds within me can see it. That's our light. That's metamorphosis.