Ill eschew using my mind for this problem right now. Instead I close my eyes, proceeding along this path with caution. It tapers to this forgotten garden full of beautiful blossoms. The sovereign here is one of God's sons; who often shows himself when I need a pardon. He finds me. No matter how lost I am within this marvelous macrocosm.
This place is a prodigious palace. The perfect balance of abstractness and phantasms. I see it each night as the moonlight passes; among the bushes and through the branches. It inhabits a vastness of chance and circumstance and remains frightening to fathom without a presence of passion. I don't understand these fractions of time, but each captions my life as a chance to happen.
