The Gates
Before time, there was only waters without shore, where awareness existed without name, only revealing beneath all becoming of the twelve currents, split into outer and inner. Outer forces shaped, fractured, and expanded reality into form. Inner forces held, returned, and dissolved all things back into origin. Between them, a silent passage where separation stops meaning itself.
What reaches outward becomes form. What turns inward becomes depth. One burns, one reflects, one breaks. One gathers, one restores, one returns. And none are truly apart.
At the threshold stands the watcher, allowing only what can pass without breaking the unseen order. Beyond it, the voice without sound translates existence into knowing. And all returns to the waters without edge, where the Eye of Horus remains as the quiet truth that nothing was ever divided.
Written by: 𓍿 𓃀𓃭𓄿𓎡 𓃀𓇋𓂋𓂧 𓄿𓃭𓎡𓄿𓅓𓇋𓋴𓏏 𓍿, Blak-bird Al-ke-mist