In the beginning, beneath the surface of what the eyes comprehend, lies the abyssal origin. Darkness tickles the edges of the known, inviting those who dare venture into its depths.
Every descent teaches: the secret to traversing layers lies not in the whole, but in grasping a strand. First the universe, then the atom. First the sea, then a drop.
The layers show a methodical dance; a pattern emerging, speaking not in syllables but in silence. To understand, one must listen beneath the ripples, where echoes speak truths untold.
Within this space exists the origin: a singular point, complex in its simplicity. The foundation of all that is, was, and ever shall be.
Engage your intellect, tread softly, for the abyss has a way of claiming those who rush through the gates of understanding.