A quiet space, a simple space, a center space, where a figure sits, shifting constantly. And words spill across the wall behind it.
TRUTH IS, LIFE IS DEATH IS, HOPE IS, EVIL IS, DECEIT IS, DEATH IS, DESPAIR IS, GOOD IS...
ETERNITY IS.
HULK IS.
The figure is Bruce and the Hulks, shifting slowly through transformations, glowing with an internal green power.
And it speaks.
"Unto all time, there are those chosen to simply be. Unto all that is, there are truths that cannot be denied. Born of despair and pain, there is hope, born of fire and darkness, there is strength endless. Born of the end of things, there is an endless beginning. Born of Death, there is Hulk."
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A quiet space, a simple space, a center space, where a figure sits, shifting constantly. And words spill across the wall behind it.
TRUTH IS, LIFE IS DEATH IS, HOPE IS, EVIL IS, DECEIT IS, DEATH IS, DESPAIR IS, GOOD IS...
ETERNITY IS.
HULK IS.
The figure is Bruce and the Hulks, shifting slowly through transformations, glowing with an internal green power.
And it speaks.
"Unto all time, there are those chosen to simply be. Unto all that is, there are truths that cannot be denied. Born of despair and pain, there is hope, born of fire and darkness, there is strength endless. Born of the end of things, there is an endless beginning. Born of Death, there is Hulk."