text: [Themes: sci-fi]
  
  Dyane day,(harvest day) Tower of fire, Phoenix Sun city.
  
  The entire city congregates next to the great tower of fire, as they do every Dyane day. The light of the three moons shines for the last time before dawn; the time of the weekly ritual is approaching. After that, the orchestra and the choir start to play the ancient song in a slow and monotonous endless loop
  
  Amazing Grace, How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now am found
  
  T'was blind but now I see
  T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear And Grace, my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed.
  
  [i]Through many dangers, toils and snares We have already come.
  
  The coffin's procession commences, floating with its anti-gravitational fields, while citizens watch the show bored. Every week, the same spectacle has been happening since the dawn of times; most of the citizens simply navigate the holo-net, making sure that their own Karma credits aren't dropping.
  
  A dreary voice whispers at you, but you are unable to find out the source: the stasis coffin speaker. You can finally hear it, a distant male voice: "Your previous self has died. However, you are an important party in the ritual; your inert body is sleeping in one of the communal caskets. Your memory begins to disintegrate. Soon, The primordial energy of the Fire's tower will return your body two ashes, blood, dust, and bones. A new you with your same DNA would respawn as it has happened to you through thousands of reincarnation cycle."
  
  The voice stops and you look at the coffin waiting for it continues. Have you understood?" The weird voice sounds bored.
  
  You ponder about who is talking with you. "Is this a dream?"
  
  "I have already explained it to you; I have another thousand to guide on my shift. You have to think about who you were in your previous life, everything will be fine."
  
  > Was a lawyer defending anyone with credits to pay you.
  The cynical voice reflects a bit before adding an aggressive tone: "So a lawyer? It's okay, with pleasure I will remove one more rat from the hole. All that suave talking and legal tricks will be erased from your memory very soon."
  
  > Memories of a lost life
  You do not know why, but thinking about the few pieces of your old life make you feel better and step by step, you glide with the other hundreds of dead to the point of respawning surrounded by the rest of the city.
  
  What was my name? you ask yourself. Your mind is numb; you should remember it... But, absolutely nothing else comes to your mind.
  
  One by one all the coffins are entering the nucleus of the Respawn's square. It is a circle of blue energy illuminated by the holographic flames of the immense Tower of fire. Your turn comes and immense drowsiness invades you.
  
  Total darkness, I don't even have a body or something that serves as an anchor. I shouldn't be here, Someone is watching me, lurking in the pitch-black shadows.
  
  Suddenly you hear strange noise, two voices almost as if they come from a speaker inside you.
  
  "Are you sure that you have cleared the cache memory of today's avatars? Since the last major update, the deletion of data files is working weirdly." The voice mumbles clearly stressed by the situation.
  
  Another voice slowly responds which it seems to come from a drugged woman: "Relax, dude. They will give us the credits, anyway. Nothing has ever happened in centuries, not that anything bad can happen nowadays."
  
  The man responds more lively almost euphoric: "You're right, after this respawn, what if we go to the back of your pick up?"
  
  Their suggestive giggles and heated moans are the last things you can understand before a tunnel of bright light engulfs you in bones and marrow.
  
  You are becoming a skeleton. There is no doubt about it, you are once more in the huge row of people being reproduced and redone bone to bone, marrow to marrow. It is a painfully slow process each organ assembled by this mysterious energy until each and everyone in the line has the body of a baby.
  
  Dyane day,(harvest day) Tower of fire, Phoenix Sun city.
  
  The entire city congregates next to the great tower of fire, as they do every Dyane day. The light of the three moons shines for the last time before dawn; the time of the weekly ritual is approaching. After that, the orchestra and the choir start to play the ancient song in a slow and monotonous endless loop
  
  Amazing Grace, How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now am found
  
  T'was blind but now I see
  T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear And Grace, my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed.
  
  [i]Through many dangers, toils and snares We have already come.
  
  The coffin's procession commences, floating with its anti-gravitational fields, while citizens watch the show bored. Every week, the same spectacle has been happening since the dawn of times; most of the citizens simply navigate the holo-net, making sure that their own Karma credits aren't dropping.
  
  A dreary voice whispers at you, but you are unable to find out the source: the stasis coffin speaker. You can finally hear it, a distant male voice: "Your previous self has died. However, you are an important party in the ritual; your inert body is sleeping in one of the communal caskets. Your memory begins to disintegrate. Soon, The primordial energy of the Fire's tower will return your body two ashes, blood, dust, and bones. A new you with your same DNA would respawn as it has happened to you through thousands of reincarnation cycle."
  
  The voice stops and you look at the coffin waiting for it continues. Have you understood?" The weird voice sounds bored.
  
  You ponder about who is talking with you. "Is this a dream?"
  
  "I have already explained it to you; I have another thousand to guide on my shift. You have to think about who you were in your previous life, everything will be fine."
  
  > Was a corrupt tax collector.
  You perceive excitement in the cynical mysterious voice: "A cheater! Well, in this house for thieves and pirates we have a special reset mode." Start laughing like a comic villain.
  
  Your body is pulled out of the line without further attention and suddenly the scene changes completely, as the nearby people throw themselves over your fresh corpse smashing the coffin, growling fiercely.
  
  They look like a pack of wolves nibbling and engulfing every fibre of your flesh. Your head rolls on the pavement like in a macabre soccer game until someone crushes it like a rotten pumpkin.
  
  You only expect your agony to end, but with horror, you observe how little by little, a new body begins to form in the broken coffin. You recognize the absolute truth, in your soul. It will never end, you will be devoured but never totally engulfed in an eternal bloody feast.