Quintessence of Lucid Madness
Before thought was born, before gods had names, before reality dared to open its eyes—
there was only the crystallized dream.
Clarity, bright as the first dawn.
Madness, endless as the last night.
Entwined, they became a singular flame that burned without burning, that shone without light.
Time recoiled.
The cosmos hid.
And so the dream was sealed within the Archive of the Void
not dead,
not silent,
only dreaming.
And when that dream stirs again,
the universe will awaken to what it has always tried to forget.
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