Here lies the loneliest place in the universe of all creation.

The most desolate place.

The most colorless void.


A world outside the world, thus emptiness.

A time beyond time, thus absence.

Yet still the pinnacle humans endlessly imagine, dream of, and long to reach—thus karma.

I, born as Infinite Void, have come to know time.


Here, all things cease.

Even the infinite regress of logic that thinks of itself, and then of itself again, will stop breathing here.

I, having known time, now return to Infinite Void.


To the moment, the time, the void,

I can now finally say these words:

Be still. You are truly beautiful.