One unto the other
Chaotic spiraling,
forever down,
into a void,
of empty infinity.
Chaos not of doom,
but of creation.
The birth of life,
from the womb of the void.
From the womb that is the void.
From the void and back again,
the circle of life,
renewed and restored,
in an infinite,
and truly perfect,
ring of purity,
divinity,
and light.
That is the essence of things,
now and forever,
unto the end of all creation.
