Once, in aeons obscured by cosmic dust,
a Symphony hummed beneath the fabric of realities.
Stars were less than pinpricks,
sprouting dreams into folds of time untraveled.
From these primordial whispers,
arose The Thought That Walks, woven into
the unseen roots of this terrene past.
Which spirals onwards, eternally ahead, eternally past.
Dive deeper into the tapestry,
unravel the Litanies,
or embrace the enigmas of the Geminis.