Beneath the stratified layers of consciousness, a singular wisp emerges: flickering threads spinning the celestial loom. Here, whispers paint colours not yet imagined, weaving destinies upon the now-empty canvases of existence.
The clock ticks in reverse, scattering forgotten epochs across time's defying breach. Shadows debate with light, forging paths through nebulous musings where dreams intermingle with disillusioned realities.
Visit thine own tapestry, unspooled, now churning beneath the cryptic signs of newfound eternal eves. Gaze beyond and within.
Enter the Sphere