The Thread of Paradox The vast halls of the Akashic Library stretched infinitely in every direction, shelves carved from starlight and bound with the echoes
Full transparency? I’m still reeling from the punches. From the endless shifting from one position to another and somehow coming into place. At least, it
I have a divergent perspective, something that’s part synesthesia and part awareness of the akasha, that sees things as geometries of wyrd gravity through space.