The rhythm of light fields, strange shapes, floating illusions, and conscious melodies of souls sparkles with every shade of radiance, reflecting off its past and future, off the moment and uncertainty, dwelling in bliss within a boundless tunnel, it forges a smooth and steady path for self-manifestation. When darkness makes its move, when time awakens, the center of power generates one final surge. Its purpose is not to survive, but to preserve and pass on.

Simultaneous weakening of attention, its defocusing in the multidimensional definition of itself through the external contour of consciousness, cyclically accelerating toward infinity, this melody transforms into an impulse. A gaze. It is enough. A thought is excessive, yet it is this very excess that forms the foundation.

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