There were few things in the universe, Orochimaru thought, that could endure. Nations vanish in the fog of war, species went extinct, even the light of the stars themselves were merely flickering reminders of their deaths some eons away in space. The human body, he knew all too well, was not destined to last. How cruel were the gods to house even the most vibrant of minds and souls in such fragile vessels. This temporary form he now inhabited would again begin to rot and a new one needed to replace it. He would find a way to resolve this problem permanently.
Or rather, Kabuto would. If anyone was able to find the key to true immortality, it