What came upon his expression rebounded into a joker face. From what was but him scrolling on his phone alone in his room, exploded into a motley audience of eyes, glancing at him as he seemed to be mid-sentence. Memories, foreign and unbeknownst to his figure, flooded in like a kaleidoscope of vivid events.

His name was Dr. B. Northal, keen philosopher ravaging the world through his words, chained simply together to paint upon a brief of the world’s origin itself.