A Document Extracted From The Portal.
The black ink drips down. The ink drips through.
Have you ever stepped:
BYND the limitations
BYND the stress
BYND the truth’s devious lies
Where do you end up?
Reality speaks: “That was never me. That was chains and prisons. This is me.”
The future sings songs of the present. Dance lightly. BYND the melodies, the past is heard screaming warnings of its imminent death. Pleading or rejoicing?
The Past and Future Battle. Battle to integrate or battle to eliminate? The present standing in stillness. The gatekeeper and the bridge. What happens when the present allows?
The past and the future colliding.