"Through these black spheres, we draw out our own existence and experiences. Driven by the gears of time, they roll and reflect incessantly, eventually sculpting who we are at this very moment.

And yet, they remain—simply—black spheres.

Every form we take is a manifestation of time. The present may seem random, chaotic, or even nonsensical, yet everything naturally flows toward the 'now.' All that we have endured was a path that had to be taken.

We, the living, need only to exist—to simply be. Time will carry us, inevitably, to where we are meant to go."