The weather was just right, with almost no clouds in the sky and only a gentle breeze whispering across the sandy shore that separated M∆ROs cozy residence from the endless blue.

M∆RO just stood there, eyes closed, steadily breathing and full of pleasant anticipation, as the vague noises from far grew louder, forming an awe-inspiring crescendo of sounds, expected to climax into the meaning of everything.
M∆RO put his head back, eyes still shut, while he eagerly spread its arms like wings to welcome the wildly onrushing salvation.

Just a second before the impact, M∆RO took a deep breath and immersed himself into the roaring Waves of Pink Noise.