"The answers to all lies out there, with the stars."
A nondescript box spins upon the edge of a newly expanding universe. The box sits and waits, carrying a message that may or may not be found during this cycle. The box itself spins patiently within a uni‑synchronous orbit. So much change has gone on underneath the box that change itself has become repetitious. Flowing with each cycle the box dances above all, never to be caught by each universe's grasping fingers.
