When the narrative becomes sentient, it becomes life. When one narrative transforms, the foundations of its previous lives realign. The discoloration of context transcribes the subtle tectonic shifts of the mind’s eyes. One infinite projection plays.
Imagine the infinite realm.
The all encompassing integration of loops and cycles, crashes and destruction, what are we to believe but the self-taught narratives. Far away from the perceived center, the realm of formlessness: formations of an ancient peace align.