A faint whisper in the glowing firmament. The face in the picture exists here, there and everywhere, looking out from the energetic fibers that lie behind what we see (what our brains process from the input of our eyes).

Beyond the beyond, within fathomless time fragments that fell from the glory tree, the sigil of the coming trillions weaves its web of neverwheres…

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