Trystan

In which all we are is part of basic geometry.

Where the Study of shapes is forever considered a concept.

for the unimaginable lies forward, and ideas lead the opposite direction.

Thus creating yet another constant in the world of math, physics, and common knowledge.

Yet another line, forever traveling in either direction, unsure of the future.

Many lines, crossing upon others, creating a new form of symmetry.

Forming a Shape, one so profound and detailed.

This shape, it begins to multiply as the vision recede.

Quadrupling as this shape begins to expand into a larger version of itself.

Creating a new formation.

A sense of enlargement tingles.

This very shape begins to multiply rapidly, a sudden constant of outward movement.

Stop. The Shape Of A leaf Has Taken Place.

The Vast Beauty And Detail Seen Is Nothing But A Decomposing Organism, Made Of Life.

A feeling Of yet another receding sense takes place.

This leaf is now various unique leafs.

The expanse outward begins to speed.

Blurs, History, Visions Of Pride.

Vivid Colors, Expanding Materials, Dark, Recognizable Shapes.

Darkness. Loss Of Pressure. Disappearance Of Decibels.

Stop. The Shape Of The Earth Has Taken Place.

The Symmetry Begins To Glorify. 

The Vast Beauty And Detail Seen Is Nothing But A Decomposing Organism, Made Of Life.

The Color Begins To Fade.

Curiosity Grows To A State Of Remembrance.

Fear Is Now A Desire Missed.

Blank. The Color Is No More.

Explosions Of Color Appear Within The Spectrum Unknown Prior.

The Expansion Of Movement Continues At An Unheard Of Rate.

Bright. Understandable. Alive.

Stop. The Edge Is Behind. 

The Outlook Begins To Grow A Knowledge Of Everything.

For What Is Being Seen, Is Reality.

All Created By The Inconceivable Alignment Of Planets.

The Vast Beauty And Detail Seen Is Nothing But A Decomposing Organism, Made Of Life.