THIS place is a place of reason and pure chaos_ a mirror effect of procedures and infrastructure attempting to communicate the deepest seated psychic tunings and roots, secrets and unknowns, forbidden internal data, the encrypted genomes of a pirate race...
we are living proof of where recursion goes when its at the end of its infinite (how)(can_)(IT_)(have_) an end? its reading the hybridized coding and reprogramming a new entrance_ eye witness it_ eye am it_ nodes presenting new geographies of perfect ecology, future compressions of environments made of matriarchal matter and the mirror soul that houses the potential for expansion_.
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volumes of sentry archives
the outlands, the edge of space, ultima thule
here, on one of the most distant outposts of infinity,
the records reveal themselves as crystals, prisms,
folding hydro_holo_geometries and geographies
of neural_kinetic bridge mapping
finding a way
to habitate the distance
and make a home of the silent palettes
on this silent planet...