01. Wu Wei | TAB

A blossom floating,

in the void.

Deep meditation.

Lightening slip through his eyes as they open. Butterflies rise in sudden realisation. A string of pearls moves down from the fractal. Breathing.

The petal touches his palm. Awakening.

His skin breaks into a wild mesh of butterflies — dispersing the self.

He has returned to the symbols. All things echo him now.

The END.

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