The edges blur and blur again, melding into something greater.
Imagine stepping forward, forward into a symphony of colors.
As the world fragments, understand that together, they form a greater image.
Trust in the invisible threads, threads that bind the unseen together.
What is seen, what is not seen, is part of the mosaic world; secret doors await.
To forget is not to forget; repetition becomes enlightenment along the path.
See how it changes, changes for the good, the better, void of doubts.
Listen to the whispers that lace through reality's concrete walls.
Become aware of what the universe wishes you to see.
Pretense vanishes in this grand design, this elaborate setup of fate and luck.