A blue marble. That is all Earth is to most powerhouses. Amongst the cosmic pathways, Earth is no more than a small child's toy. By child I mean ruby-categories who are eons old. Yet to many, Earth is a home. The only home.

Home. It is a small, yet big word. I call Glassfay home, yet with all the eons and the first decade I spent there, Earth has become something of a second home.

On the cosmic pathways, I am little more than a minor celebrity. The pathways take eons to walk, yet they are ever-shifting blood. Blood the walker spilled. Walking between worlds is little more than a hobby for some, but it is no minor thing. "The man who walks between worlds shall absorb the door." This is no minor line in the prophecy. The blue marble, or Earth, is dependent on it.

The men who walk between worlds are many. This is the nature of life. Few become many, no matter what. It doesn't matter if it is people or animals or trees or engineers or scientists or anything else. In the one gya years since I have been born, humanity has changed so much it isn't really humane anymore.

Life and Death. This is the natural cycle, though it does not exist on Glassfay. Humanity would have been though death within a thousand years, I saw it very soon after reaching diamond-category. I have averted this.