Dispersion of Silence

A whirlpool of time — the sacrament of silence. And here — You! Standing at the edge. Silence here is the state before the first word: unsplit, ready to become anything. At the very center — a violet smile... it knew you would come.

Look around: a polygonal mesh — the framework of reality before its birth — unwinds into a spiral and releases the world right before you. A skull in cherry blossom petals — death, which blooms and becomes life. A dragon in flowers. Lizards, who watched this rotation long before you appeared. Glitch-stripes cut through space like a prism — silence splits into a spectrum. One source, infinite forms. Yours is among them.

Bottomless silence, and you are already inside it.

Tell me, what does it whisper to you?