The blazing sun was high.

A brown lizard skittered between shades of cacti and gnarly trees, the backed earth of the lowland serving as an excellent ground for his hasty endeavor.

Just before it reached a sparsely dense bush though, a small hawk finally found it's chance and dived for its now sure meal.

Suddenly, the earth roared, trembling with the force of multiple earthquakes.

The scared falcon and lizard started, joining the sudden skittering all over the various shades of the lowland a clear pointer to the fact that the usually perceptive critters didn't expect a natural disaster.

In the bowels of the earth, an elderly man was seated with crossed legs and steady breath.

While a human buried this far into the ground would be strange in and of itself, the earth not staining his candid robes with navy blue rims and motifs, the non-existent air this far into the ground that still permitted him to breathe and the earth all around him oddly not entering his hairy nostrils hinted at something deeper, the man seemed to be a separate entity from the world itself.

Without warning, he slowly opened his turbid brown eyes and reached with his right index to the sky, or at least, where he knew it was from under here.

On the surface, a massive column of golden light descended to the ground, splashing on the earth and getting more and more blurred as if thinning water, still not getting too far from the point of impact, seemingly trying to reach the gnarly finger of the man underground.

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Like drops of liquid dripping underground, the slowly condensing golden light patiently reached for the old man.

Just as the first golden drop barely reached his stocky fingernail, the puffy and ditched features of his face starting to show the faintest hints of elation, he withered.

Like a puff of smoke following a magic trick, the very essence of the man transformed into dust.

The golden drop trembled, stained by just four of the fine granules of this dust and disappeared, like it was never there.

An untold number of years before.

A seagull was flying along the coast in search of his meal of the day, the early sun still somehow finding angles to occasionally blind it.

Next having found a human harbor, it made a call of joy as it smelled the thick odor of fishes, the day finally looking up.

In a rotting stilt-house with underwater support logs eaten by barnacles like many others of the nearby pile-dwelling, a barely teenage boy got woken up by the sharp seagull call.

The harsh morning call shouldn't have been a problem for the child seeing as he had to get up in a bit anyway, but he continued rubbing his closed eyes and groggily lament on his bed for a good while, clearly distressed by something.

His whole body suddenly stiffened and his limbs extended to a stretch that couldn't have been pleasurable as he opened his eyes that emitted golden light for but a moment.

Having relaxed his body, he took a couple of seconds to regain strength.

His brown eyes had a wispy light at the corners of their irises that only the young retained, but his pupils had gained a depth that only the marine abysses could hope to compare to: he remembered.

He remembered his past. That of a 22 year old young man from earth.

He remembered his future. That of a quasi-immortal that almost escaped the constraints of time.

He remembered his name, and one day, it will be Eternal.

For his journey can't be denied, as the halls of the heavens have already been opened for him and he just needs to walk through them.