Galaxies. Universes. Whole star systems and - who knows - maybe even alien life all waiting for us to discover them.
A long time ago, in one of those galaxies, the one we call the Milky Way, there was a little boy on the planet we call Earth who wanted to find those other galaxies. He wanted to find alien life and communicate and introduce them to Mythomagic. He wanted to explore and implore and generally find everything there was to find. He had not a care in the world, nor did he think of the consequences.
But there were consequences.
And they came back full force.
Took his mother.
Took his childhood.
Took his sister.
Took his soul.
Took his sanity for a bit.
And eventually, the consequences took the one thing we all think we can do without. The one thing we need like we need air to breathe.
Not family, nor friends, nor even oxygen.
The consequences took the one thing we should all wish to keep close to us.
They took his dream.