Flower of Life

The words on the ring read right to left. But some — the other way. This is called a worldview.

At the center — what existed before the first word. White fire. A form that remembers everything. Around it — language shaped into a cage: words turned mirror-side in, facing inward. The cage is built from the very concepts it cancels.

Outside — red. Circling. Knowing it won't be let in. Waiting.

D-503 called this happiness.

Destruction is a form of creation.

The light at the center blazes brighter. The shackles crack. Not one step back.