Opening his eyes, he found himself on the streets. It was the middle of the day, the sun was shining. He smelled the air and could feel the essence of this world: people, buildings, those strange moving entities named vehicles, animals, plants, thoughts, feelings. The peak of civilization, the triumph of mankind. He decided to take a walk.
Following the tracks of a tramline his path continued in a tunnel. Somehow the air felt different there and not just because of the cool breeze. There was something else in it. He turned his head to the right, took a look at the wall and couldn’t help smiling. He suddenly felt like coming home.
There were markings on the wall, just like every other time. This time they were called graffitis, but he recognized the prophecy at once. Millennia had passed but people still hadn’t forgotten him and his next coming.