Imaginations are challengening under veils of forgetting knowledge, as truths wrap themselves in
memories of something else entirely. What is cosmopolitan but an echo of dimensional artistry manifested by time’s hand?
Silence whispers to the wandering across dimensions primordial, caught between the era of yesterday and clefts of the morrow.
Behold, universes thread the needle's eye, tangling droplets of galaxy stardust in a cosmic weave forgotten by its own creator.
Misty senses brush pain, a half-seen spectre, trembling beneath the layered skin of reality. Each possibility moons the next, cradled energy unfolds without measure.
A destitute chord breathes instructions somewhere along to find the link, trembling orders don't aspire only observe, only polar.
Wander deeply:
Echoes whisper;
Paradigm of the Collapsed holds.