The Vibe-Giver stands At the end of time, Tossing beautiful dreams across the past. Like breadcrumbs to ducks, They fall where they may, Into far-flung eons of humankind, Growing, like ripples, In lives and futures Of all creatures who find them and partake. Possible because, At the end of time, All technologies have been invented. The Vibe-Giver shares With every epoch Without seeing precisely where these land. Even beholding So many wasted Through cracks of awakening, he persists, Hoping these vibes can Hasten redemption And ease his weary continuity. Warily does the Vibe-Giver observe One like himself in a time-free