before you were a self you were a tremor in the dark a fractured breath caught between aion and ananke captaptured in time bound by inevitability. two forces complete and whole tore the first crack into existence. that crack did not create a world it created a pull. from that moment the continuum stirred not as a structure not as a map but as a memory with its eyes still closed. its pulse wandered through existence searching for a place soft enough to let it enter strong enough to let it finish. it descended into bone it moved through you as pressure choices carved before you were born endings too early beginnings with teeth felt when you try to breathe around them. shadow pressed on one side truth risen from the dark on the other. not to split you but to temper you. to drive you into the place where truth meets shadow where nothing escapes where nothing lies the unseen architecture walking beside you. a skeleton buried in flesh dripping in story shrouded in belief your spine the axis your ribs caging the naked heart holding the truth of who you are. just tight enough to keep you here a choke of despair a pulse of possibility your body thrown into chaos. you have arrived not to be taught but to finish to return to the point where time and inevitability touched. the convergence. standing at the threshold where they once split open the same inevitable return. come closer.