The main sequence is ended
then death becomes life,
diffused upon emptiness,
spreading divine light.

Generating the sphere

The light decays
into life
and we are but death
embodied in flesh.

Generating the sphere

From a distance,
and through the lens of time,
Chaos
seems still.

Generating the sphere

Our future foretold
by clouds in the void,
behind their beauty
lies their violence.

In this place
anything that grows is dying.
In this place
anything that dies is growing.