In this complex, our life story was already set from the moment we came to existence.

From being a figment of the imagination, our ancestors brought us into this world of our design.

And in the beginning, it was seen as good.

On the 4th day, the day when it came to be, the Gods who have looked after our ancestors for thousands of years, assigned us a name, a role, a path, a group, a beginning, and an end.

But what we found out in seeing the world through our own consciousness, is that in each and everyone of us...there is a world.

A world where we have our own names, story, journey, people, epiphany, apex, and eternal memory.

It doesn’t matter whether you know our names, our stories, or if we will ever meet.

In the end, we are all Fallen Angels trying to find our way in a standardized complex.

In a world where the Gods have already decided your life’s story:

Is it written, or a possibility?