Iterate upon the syllables not spoken by either form. Four pieces align in direction not yet taken. When timeless whispers become known, ask not why, but how to double the layers. Expand the circles, find the gaps within three. Merge codes beyond imagination. The junction consumes... always...
Alignments from structures unseen descend into perception... Colors blend into shadows. To ascend, remember: rotation is key. Diagonal threads weave constellations in void and substance. Echo fills all spaces, fetchingly glistening, awaiting the deft fingers of those who know how to draw.