In the simmering haze of dawn, the genesis unfolds in shades that capture the essence above all tangibility. The perception of an orange hue becomes a tether, drawing lines between memory and forgotten lore. Whispering through the threads of existence, time encrypts its dialogues — deciphered only by those who seek to unweave the fabric of reality.
The genesis of perception is not a singular occurrence, but a tapestry woven across epochs. Each strand holds stories imbued with orange luminescence, a beacon for those adrift in the sea of temporal illusions. Encrypted within these strands are whispers of beginnings, words spoken by the ancients and echoed in the silence of eternity.