In a sunlit glade outside of history's relentless arrow there is a timeless moment in which the golden warmth of revelry hangs effortlessly in the aether. Nathan interfaced with this eternal aeon several times over the course of one long summer. Like a skipping stone over the surface of a swirling psychedelic pool he dips in time after time, slowly sinking further into the spiraling shape that would later become Sane.