You can't see yourself, because you don't exist — just like everything (nothing) else.
But then. But then, you start to sing! Because fuck this, actually! One song becomes another becomes another, becomes wordless and ethereal, a symphony of one weaving the music of life, of creation, of the finite and the infinite, until the space sings with power; the sheer force of it crackles in the air around you.
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You can't see yourself, because you don't exist — just like everything (nothing) else.
But then. But then, you start to sing! Because fuck this, actually! One song becomes another becomes another, becomes wordless and ethereal, a symphony of one weaving the music of life, of creation, of the finite and the infinite, until the space sings with power; the sheer force of it crackles in the air around you.
The void has blossomed into a liminal infinity, and you are the star at the centre of it all.