A mandala gently pulsates drawing me deeper. A wavering mirage unfolds, revealing secrets of the universe. A glimpse of truth, a knowledge sacred...then darkness. Patterns adjust into just another geometric design. Twinkling with a smile this time, teasing me with half-memories of a soul journey that felt like forever...century-seconds where I became a sage then turned back into the fool. These memories are now my muse, leading me to create that which I do not comprehend...inviting others to journey with me into the unknown.
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Point of Origin: The Mandala
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A mandala gently pulsates drawing me deeper. A wavering mirage unfolds, revealing secrets of the universe. A glimpse of truth, a knowledge sacred...then darkness. Patterns adjust into just another geometric design. Twinkling with a smile this time, teasing me with half-memories of a soul journey that felt like forever...century-seconds where I became a sage then turned back into the fool. These memories are now my muse, leading me to create that which I do not comprehend...inviting others to journey with me into the unknown.