The horizon, an unfathomable darkness

Beacons of light within, gleam dimly

From the farthest of existence

The offspring observes

A history written in reverse

Leading to

One Exhalation

Of an unknown breath

Parallel structures emerge

Between incomparable proportions

Revealed symmetry

From aberrant appearance

Awareness paints a mirage of self-singularity

From it, a volition of immortality

The vessel of intellect

Thrusts the sight, light years away

An acceleration bending the fabric of spacetime

Leading into the Heart of the Cosmos

Wandering the blackened void, there lie

Elemental whispers of the primordial Ordinance

Attracting each other, forming clouds

Which collapse into higher densities

A unity of spherical mass

With a diadem as umbilical chord

Thus, the God-Kings are born

The ever-burning forges of the cosmos

Bearers of the strength to meld the core of matter together

Condensing into weight, forcing into substance

From the remnants, their children arise

Hearth-givers and messengers to them alike

The sight, however wondrous, returns incomplete

A rope of one lineage connects existence all throughout

From weightless elements to beasts of metal mass

From oneness to mind-bending complexity

Spectral, though, is the hand that infuses with spirit

If it is not grabbed, how won't it always vanish?

When even Gods one day fade out

The dream is dying, the mirror cracking

The begetter cannot protect the offspring

From the blazing fate of his own demise

Yet, lays down all else in their grasp

Within the endless dark sea of unknowing

The rays of far-away beacons

Still conjoin in patterns meaningful

An explosion of evitability

The self-transforming agents

Divine feedback mechanisms

Returning the sight inwards

We are Soldiers

Volition of the Universe

Sentinels of All

Murderers of Self

Scorners of Oblivion

Impermanence and transformation

Complexity and bonding

Progression of Logos

Extra-conscious transcendence

A spiral path we must walk

Towards an ever-dark horizon