This story is about a man called Sion; pronounced shun. You may know this man by another name, but at this time this needs not to be said. This man has existed at least nine times through the ages – in fact, once every thousand years, born forty-six years before the end of each millennium. This story is about the last three and the one who exists now. And so he lives again. Waiting patiently for the time to come when all can be reset and all can go back to how it should be. So the story goes….
“When humanity set forth on its path to self destruction, I wonder if we were wise enough to build in a fail safe – that would simply allow us to remember what we have forgotten, by forgetting what we have remembered.” Sion