The moon rests upon the alter and glances through the races of one mind.
They are of the same space dwellers of two spheres of the liquid glass we ingest, exhale...
Mystic visions seen within embers fading in the pale moonlight.
Stars made of crystaline particles acting as one structure with great force eminent from its center.
Pinholes radiating from center of its galaxies resonates mellenia into the multiverse of Now...
Correcting then, awakening here.
And so it is...so mote it be.