The infinity loses its notion of time and slowly begins to count again. The creator is trapped in the cyclic labyrinth of his own images. The renewal leads only to further distress and teh end comes in waves.
The unity imprisoned in seeming infinity is now motivated only by the urge to seek its own ego for itself. And even the immaterial beings are condemned to this hell, like us, who dwell in the three-dimenional space of platonic solids.
A glimmering flame of countless of existences, stars and minds that end with a whimper. The funeral silence is disturbed by the bang of the single spark and all is consumed by flames of ekpyrosis. But if vermin is given a chance to glimpse what lies beyond the zenith, is it truly possible for a spirit devoid of shapes to abandon the shell?
Devouring the sun, darkening the world the auguring nought reveals „all“. The microcosmic divinity expands beyond the veil of time towards conterminous dimensions.
Ominious, horrifying information that has longe since wasted its sense and meaning circulates the mind like incandescent needles when the one drowned in fire, permeated with radiance, deafened by the prayer seeping from the shapeless eternity, faces the unborn.
There, where all is something yet nothing. Where the truth cannot be embraced. There we all shall, deprived of memory, stand, consumed in the glory of great metatron.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
