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I have arrived at the corridor of infinity; the great hall where the ages are kept |
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Behind ancient ash and primordial iron |
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The past is a mirror...aeons exist in a myriad cast |
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The vale before me; my own reflection |
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Another stands at the doorway of the maelstrom; a visionary to guide me through |
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Cracks reveal themselves in patterns of the distance |
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The past is a sphere |
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A mystic shape, a mode of knowing |
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A godless, perfect form in the quietus of passing |
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Between the vales of existence and the miasmic landscape of consciousness |
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The fabric of being has withered away; no longer there waiting for me |
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I have peeled away layers of my humanity |
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No longer a being, the core of entity |
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For each layer reveals the key to the gates of the multiverse |
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Through the doorway of a shaman's reality |
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A universe within the skull |
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Alas I stand at the threshold of dimension |
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The macrocosm has revealed itself as a towering serpent spire |
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The past has shattered...aeons subsist only in countless shards |
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The myriad cast of the vale; a thousandfold reflection |