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2020 – PRESENT
I climb the nearest mountain peak and look far. A labyrinth of timelines appears, crossing and intersecting, reversing, continuously starting and stopping, but all flowing in the same direction. I mumble an incantation and head back down the mountain, into the maze.
Driving out toward the infinite light of the horizon, I find myself in a town collapsed into slumber, slowly dissolving. Amidst the rubble, paradigms that wrested this place into existence lie fallow. The cyclical turning of time tills this matter back into the void from which it came.
“Nothing is born, nothing dies,
nothing is pure, nothing is stained,
nothing increases and nothing decreases.”
— excerpt from The Heart Sutra
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