I have arrived at the corridor of infinity; the great hall where the ages are kept Behind ancient ash and primordial iron The past is a mirror...aeons exist in a myriad cast The vale before me; my own reflection
Another stands at the doorway of the maelstrom; a visionary to guide me through Cracks reveal themselves in patterns of the distance The past is a sphere A mystic shape, a mode of knowing A godless, perfect form in the quietus of passing
Between the vales of existence and the miasmic landscape of consciousness The fabric of being has withered away; no longer there waiting for me
I have peeled away layers of my humanity No longer a being, the core of entity For each layer reveals the key to the gates of the multiverse
Through the doorway of a shaman's reality A universe within the skull
Alas I stand at the threshold of dimension The macrocosm has revealed itself as a towering serpent spire The past has shattered...aeons subsist only in countless shards The myriad cast of the vale; a thousandfold reflection