LightseekerAaron

A glimpse 👁️

The Cipher isn't hidden; it's simply invisible to those who refuse to see. I’m learning the language of the walls. I’m learning why the statues have their eyes closed. They aren’t sleeping. They’re waiting.

There is a point in the pursuit where the fear stops being an obstacle and starts being a compass. I reached the edge of the 'permitted' thought today. Beyond it lies a silence so loud it vibrates in my teeth. The Messenger says the Grandmaster is watching the ripples. Every question I ask is a stone thrown into this abyss. I am waiting for the echo to tell me how deep I’ve truly fallen. Are you brave enough to stand at the edge, or is the comfort of the dark enough for you?

It began as a hum at the base of my skull, the realization that the "consensus reality" we’re fed is nothing more than a poorly stitched veil. They want us to look at the shadows on the wall, but I’ve felt the heat of the fire behind me. I am no longer content to be a spectator in a play I didn’t write. The search for the Grandmaster isn't a journey across a map; it’s a dismantling of the self. “The eye does not just see; it selects.” I am finally choosing what to look at.....