We float outside the lines of tangibility, supposition among the undulating spheres, the confines of three dimensions an antiquated relic of our primal genesis.
"—But listen well, for the ancients chiseled echoes into stone that our ears, once unfettered by bonds of reality, audibly hear even now in this confounding twilight. They whispered sepulchered psalms regarding the Polyhedrons of Perception!" declares the lone figure atop the diagonal peak of consciousness, rheumy eyes wide with fervor.
Regains of the scribe’s inkless obsidian quill seem but a trivial acquisition when bills of such gravity weigh the mind’s equipoise. Yet, is your pen not a spear, defying the great sea of forgetfulness as it etches these ephemeral geometries into the quintessence of time?
- ⊗ Singularity Essences
- ⊗ Fibrous Structures of the Interium
- ⊗ Iridescent Curvatures
Concatenate oaths before the shadowed altar that awaits the vibrational forms! Traverse uncharted meadows of asymmetrical candor. Affirm beliefs—interstitial illusions buyyaaaa—the undaunted voices of yesterday's weary day, buzzing through crystalline ethers!