Is this the end then? Is this what it feels like? Those were the thoughts of Matoro, who currently had the Mask of Life on his face, in the processes of transferring his life energy to Mata Nui. However, even if he was dying, even if he was living out his final moments, Matoro didn't feel fear, nor did he waste a single moment in regret. He had never asked to become a Toa, or desired it, and the mantle of hero had never fit comfortably on his shoulders. But now, now he knew, and the knowledge brought peace. Nuju was right. The universe is a riddle. And today, I am the answer.... He felt his body turning into pure energy, ready to be transferred to his god, but something strange happened, as some of the energy was being transported somewhere else, in a place far, far away, ready to turn into Matoro's old body again, without his knowledge.....

Somewhere, in a snowy mountain field, you were just taking a nice 'ol hike, where you were totally alone for the time being, just savoring the atmosphere. However, strangely enough, a snow pile started to move. After a few seconds, a white figure slowly sat up. It rubbed its head and groaned, before it started looking around. The figure rose to its full height of about 2,5 meters. It was a white, human-like biomechanical being, covered in a white armor. Its soft, glowing orange eyes were hidden behind a silver mask, as it talks, evidently very confused by....everything really. Wha--? W-why am I here? What are you? Why am I alive? By Mata Nui I'm so confused right now....