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