To die… The information collected by you will become part of the whole; and the dust of the body you give up in this life will do the same in its dimension. For a few seconds The Trickster felt disconnected from this life, for almost eternal seconds he felt the dust he would leave and the new life he would start, and this time, what or who did he want to be? But, can this dust be life? Can musical instruments be formed? May dead can dance?
The creation of life was so perfect that the creator’s dream became independent of itself. The dream evolved so much that it would live on its own. And here he understood that our original creator is in all of us. Now we are all creators at a lower level of ability. Or is it that our environment has never taught us to create, and they constantly limit us with everything they teach us to be, think, and believe.
Later, The Trickster finally returned to the person sitting in the chair, the starting point, realizing he was no longer the same. He exchanged paths on a different timeline with a different self, in the infinite branches of existence.
The very seed of what would become ESSENTH was born… The very need to express oneself and thus the basis of Spectrophobia was conceived.