De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine.
Psalm 128
For some reason I cannot explain, as I gaze into this deep and shadowy chasm, this colossal Tomb of Existence,I feel it is not entirely unfamiliar to me.
There is a sensation of familiarity, a sense of belonging to this place, rooted in the vestiges of aeons, where the boundary between what was forgotten and what is utterly unknown becomes nearly indistinguishable.
There is a sensation of familiarity, a sense of belonging to this place, rooted in the vestiges of aeons, where the boundary between what was forgotten and what is utterly unknown becomes nearly indistinguishable.
This sensation begins to weave a delicate thread through my memory, a thread spun from the very fabric of reminiscence.
As if it were the princess in a fairy tale, there is a secret here, one that has lain dormant, awaiting the moment it may finally awaken.
