Bubblewrapped sphere encasing the metaprojection of a tangible encephalon, rather like a nucleus and the shell of a cell. However the bubble-like enclosure is undefinable, each globe a quanta-linked womb to the auia of a conscious being.
This enclosure creates the collective as one and the mind that is the nucleus is connected to every planet of reality that the shell is made up of.
Thus each consciousness is connected to this singular mind. This mind is like an unconscious driver of intention and fate, leading systems of us into frenzies. The mind is going mad and many of its people are collapsing beneath its stentorious mass.
The days of doubt are upon us, as we whimper along curious and vulnerable to the mass powers that make up governments and administrations, allowing them to feed us. To give us.
The days of doubt lead to only one thing. The Epoch of certain integration, when all of the world will have fallen to its knees and finally succumb to the passive state of peace or burn from their very own madness. Cinders...embers...falling away into a chilled night, and then a heavy rain envelopes us, keeps us close to the ground.
Waiting for this lightning to strike the sky.
Some years might go by and one would see the gentle steps of a lost sister through the corridors of time, in an echo of some distant and complete hallway.
Now scorched, as is the earth and so many twisted and vile things. From its darkened soil though emerges new forging hands. Hands of reclamation, of redemption and unity. A new battle blossomed, the battle to survive away from every home to make home everywhere.
twelve billion years....some have grown tired. Most have grown silent. A spirited jet across the vastness. A spiral pop in the darkness.
four hundred and fifty billion years....stretching an ear might lend to a far off frequency. One that bounced for a final time in the edge of existence, and then sifted into a darker realm.
Six hundred trillion years....plum blossoms stretch toward a new rising sun and children were laughing on the beach.
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