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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
Consider, Dreamer: the darkness behind the universe. The other, the nothing, the space between space, the heartbeat beyond time. It changes, it presses, it hungers. As the threads of the worlds rub together, as reality pushes and pulls in its swaying dance, it is there, always there, an unseen mirror poking holes, unravelling at the edges of everything.
