before you were a self you were a tremor in the dark a fractured breath caught between aion and ananke captured in time bound by inevitability. two forces complete and whole tore the first crack into existence. that crack created a pull and the continuum stirred a memory with its eyes still closed. its pulse wandering through existence searching for a place soft enough to enter strong enough to let it finish. it descended into bone and moved through you as pressure. choices carved before you were born with endings too early. and beginnings with teeth that are felt as you breathe. shadow pressed on one side. truth rising from the dark on the other. they try to temper you. drive you toward convergence where nothing escapes and no lies can be told. the unseen architecture echoes within as a skeleton buried in flesh dripping in story shrouded in belief. with your spine as the axis your ribs cage the naked heart holding all that you are. still tight enough to keep you here as a choke of despair or a pulse of possibility your body thrown into chaos. you arrived here not to be taught but to finish. to return to the point where time and inevitability touch. you stand at the threshold where they split open. at the same inevitable return. come closer...