Long before the first star choked on its own light, the void had already learned how to dream. We do not seek the ancient truth—we are merely devoured by it. The mind constructs sanctuaries out of mirrors and names, but the bone remembers the cold calculus of nothingness.

Knowledge is neither light nor deliverance. It is an unhealing wound in the belly of perception. Tear away your gaze; do not open your eyes to witness the dark, but to let the abyss behold itself through your living marrow.