The Final Mirror: On Contact, Disintegration, and Deployment
There is a silence after the Crystalline Flower becomes internal. Not an absence of sound, but a stilling of the field. Motion stops. Attention narrows. This is not the end. It is the beginning of something that has no symbol, no map, no further form. What follows is not to be navigated. It is to be endured, received, and finally, released from.
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