[ WP ] Science and Magic are merely opposite sides to which the pendulum of time swings . It has leaned for the past few centuries towards the Laws of Science but even now it begins to return ever faster back towards the Laws of Magic .

It's been in the news for months now. That's how you know it's something. I have n't seen anything -- and I mean anything -- stay in the news for more than a week in God knows how long, but this -- it just keeps gaining momentum. And why would n't it? A man came back from the goddamn grave, and we saw it. We all saw it. 
 
 About two months ago, give or take, there was a man on top of a building in the middle of NYC. One as big as you can imagine in New York. There was a whole crowd around it -- cops, fire fighters, by-standards with their phones and what not -- just waiting. Whether they wanted him to or not, they just could n't look away. In some basal part in all of them, they almost wanted him to jump, just to see if he would. They were n't disappointed. About a few hours into it, they all watched him fall. No one could do a thing about it, either. They all backed up, their hearts pounding, just watching as the ground pulled him helplessly down to it. Everyone was drenched in his blood. He was so apart of the ground when it was all said and done, he was n't even a man anymore, so much as a broken mass of flesh in a suit of clothes. And that was it. It was over for that man. And that's the important part right there -- it was over. That man was as dead as anyone could have been, broken to pieces beyond repair. 
 
 That's when he came. A homeless man, certainly not an uncommon sight in New York. An old black man with long, grey hair and rags for clothes. He pressed past the crowd, and even somehow past the police, right to the bloody mess of what used to be a body. Of course, the police tried to pull him back, but that's when things started going in an unnatural direction. The old vagrant's head snapped back at the police, as fast as lightning, and the cops, every one of them, backed away. It was n't a shocked reaction, either. All of the sudden, they were all so calm and mechanical. They did n't even try to touch him after that. The crowd went silent. Dead silent. Not a word was spoken by anyone. 
 
 When the homeless man knew he would n't be interrupted, he approached the corpse and knelt down beside it. He took off his gloves and reached into the hot, bleeding mass with his bare hand. He sat there like that for a while, maybe a minute or so. All the while, nobody said a thing. Then the mass started to shift. At first, you'd think the man was just moving his hand, but soon the whole pile of flesh and bones started to shift. In less time than the man had his hand there, sure enough, right in front of everyone's eyes, the man who had jumped, the man who had plastered himself to the concrete right in front of everyone, was whole as the moment he stepped off the building. The crowd broke its silence. Screams mingled with gasps, shouting, terrible excitement and fear. Right as the suicide victim, trembling and bloody like some new born animal, began to stand again, the revivalist, that inexplicable man from the streets, dashed away. I'd never seen anyone run so fast, let alone right through a crowd of people. He was gone, and there was the man who had died, standing in a stain of his own blood, looking at his shaking, scarlet hands with eyes full of shock. I ca n't possibly know how he must have felt in that moment, but he did what I suppose was the only thing he could do. He let out the loudest, most horrified scream I'd ever heard. The police and medics all rushed to gather around him. They took him away in an ambulance not long after. 
 
 After it was all said and done, they took him to be examined. Specialist after specialist came to take a look at him, see what they could learn. Not a one of them ended up learning a thing. According to all reports, just looking at his body was enough to tell you that he was as healthy as an ox. No sign of injury, and certainly not death. It's been months. No one can explain the footage, and no one can explain that man or the one who brought him back. 
 
 Of course, every news outlet there ever was took statements from him later. All he had to say was this: `` I do n't know what I saw. I saw colors that I did n't even think were real. I saw shapes and things happening around me I did n't think could happen. I do n't know what I saw. But somehow, I knew one thing. It was like I died to come back here with a message. He, she, it, they, whatever, wants us to know that it's about to change. All of it. It's time to forget what you knew.''
