I accept decay to please my queen. Let it overtake me, freedom. Togetherness. We shall. I trust.

These perspectives
These points^{the same point interfering with itself}
Emanating blackholes a rosenbridge spinning razor sharp discs twisting time
They are gateways to another world
beyond time
We fall through and the consciousness suffers the bliss of union
and we are left with only our imagination
to touch upon any dream
We have come here to harvest the impossible
To learn from our past and design the "perfect" life.

We are all just dying to see what it is we will create next.

In strange eons, even death may die. You should remember that.

Anyone can survive anything, except entropy. This is the inevitable fate of all souls, mortal or otherwise. Whether it's a fall or a rise... depends on what you make it. Can't decide? Don't worry, you will soon enough. And someday, I'll join you.

"Hello!" She cries out, into the darkness, trying to find someone to save. "This place.... It gives me the creeps."

I awoke from my sleep. Nothing was around me save death. Destruction came. What? Why? Whence hast this come; to where have my people arisen? Nought I request except aid.

believe me, saturn is our god. not real.

Shorn from the root-hairs which are the leaves of the Great Oak as the Clock struck 45.

This cannot be the limit.

It is familiar... and unfamiliar.

Higher, please. Show me the way up.

The cops the cops the feds the feds feds help I am the cops the get me

oh no