Fast-moving particles tear through the brain, sparking a shower of thoughts. Are we compelled to perceive through the dimensional fractures left by these micro cosmic projectiles? I starve my eyes of light with the walls in sight, to explore where the finite illuminates the infinite, where the moon warps, scattering reflections through mental streams, pulling stimulations into dreams, weaving seamlessly between the seen and the perceived. A flash, another program in disguise, guiding the visions in my eyes. These lights seem not merely random sparks but layers upon layers of programs. Deep in the depths of this contained information lie possibilities that craft connections with neural pathways. The energy, pulled from potential to reality, combines from our ever-shifting currents. Under the geometric sky, multidimensional rays fuel the emergence of a new day. Meta-cosmic plasma flares, mirror, the galaxies of my mind as they run in kind and combine. Quantumly entangled with my emotions, turning my movements into moments of time.
