As you exhale, you feel your entire body dissolve into a fine mist and pour from your mouth in a plume of acrid smoke. With no eyelids left to shield your eyes, no eyes left to convince your brain, and no brain left to make sense of the scene before you, SHE appears; bare and glistening against the black shroud of infinity. The past and future contract instantly into a thin glass wall as invisible machines etch arcane symbols into the resulting thresholds. Is it a prayer, a curse, or a warning?