From where all beginnings begin, from where all endings end. To those who left us what we have, to those who are entitled to what is left behind.
And to those who are in between, gasping for just another breath before the walls press down on them once again.
This is for those, for and about whom not enough has been told. For those, who truly knew what it felt like to just be. For those, who survived on those little, strained gasps. For those, who care not to give up their sense of being. For those, who existed non-existentially.
It is time, time for the axis to change direction once again. And, this time, the spotlight is ours. Let us make the best of it, however short-lived this moment might be.