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In an ordered dance, the photons are harmonically repositioned in the mesh of the matrix, giving life to a morphology in a restless transit.
He is present, in the absence of his presence, still, motionless,
sensing himself alive within his consciousness, he notices the presence of an existence that is to come. He is still in his limbo experiencing the instant of the bath of light.
He stares at how his silhouette is painted in absolute silence in infinite time.
Searching for an answer through the window, as far as his
existence is possible, is it a simulation, a render on a computer desktop, lost in a
space?
A glow catches the ordered particles of creation
The frequency becomes light to paint the Avatar.
Creation has begun….