And from their words rose The Eschaton, The Singularity that was to be prime mover of all things...each word laced into existence from the mask became a bloodline of its own. Anfer morphed into war. The folded iris gave rise to the spinning galaxy. Care for their new creation become love...desire...and thenobsession. The great war was inevitably woven into eternity through their passion for living words which became children andonly now from this vantage point in time/eternity can we look back in speculation
perhaps lace and play with thetimeline from a nonlinear vantage point...Like the movie The Others they were the ones haunted and not haunting...
I see a great conflict/war...i think it is time to choose our hero..see joseph campbell the hero with 1000 faces and the power of myth...
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