It’s rather funny how we humans view time cyclically–each revolution our Homeworld makes around the sun marks a new year and when we reach the same point we entered it at, we ourselves gain a digit. The numbers tick up, providing both reference and weight. Things (happenings, mistakes) tend to repeat themselves, and that too lends a cyclic quality.

But time isn’t really like that, is it? Its true form is likely something we cannot conceive with our dimensionally restricted minds. As a thought experiment, however, I sometimes like to try and imagine time as an incline we’re all marching up; somewhere along the incline is a sudden cliff. Where’s yours?

Welcome to 2021, a year of great, great things! SHELL will be coming out of its :.burrow.: and into the light of day. Will it stand? We’d like to hope so. We’re optimistic. But only time will tell.