Vales Beyond Dimension

I have arrived at the corridor of infinity; the great hall where the ages are kept

Behind ancient ash and primordial iron

The past is a mirror...aeons exist in a myriad cast

The vale before me; my own reflection

Another stands at the doorway of the maelstrom; a visionary to guide me through

Cracks reveal themselves in patterns of the distance

The past is a sphere

A mystic shape, a mode of knowing

A godless, perfect form in the quietus of passing

Between the vales of existence and the miasmic landscape of consciousness

The fabric of being has withered away; no longer there waiting for me

I have peeled away layers of my humanity

No longer a being, the core of entity

For each layer reveals the key to the gates of the multiverse

Through the doorway of a shaman's reality

A universe within the skull

Alas I stand at the threshold of dimension

The macrocosm has revealed itself as a towering serpent spire

The past has shattered...aeons subsist only in countless shards

The myriad cast of the vale; a thousandfold reflection