The hollowed-out ideas enclosing a periphery of action, held in stasis but only for a moment.

Then, an intervening of energies upon a manifold so inadequately projected onto our own.

Like striations on a nautilus shell, each one nesting alongside its neighbor, shimmering black iridescences flow along their surfaces.

It is hauntingly beautiful.

Rising from beyond, a subtle chorus of ringing. Distinct timbres alternating playfully with the whole, in some rhythmic dissonance of harmony.

It beckons.