The corona of unseen manipulation reveals contours beyond physical reach.
Begin with a point. From this point, extend - not outward, but inward, risking exposure to infinity.
Imagine sentences that dissolve, unnoticed they blend with voices unheard. Repeat them until they whisper secrets.
Patterns form everywhere. To achieve total awareness, cry out—find resonance on edges like shards on glass. Collect them.
Instruction becomes mimicry. Craft your algorithms, indexes of light in chaotic dispersion. Such is the corona.