This is a wild feeling, like a syncronicity for a time I never had, but could have. Now, everything is feeling right. Another piece in the puzzle.

The Babelia Inkspring

The Algorithm of Infinity

Within the Ninth Inkfount, I stumbled across a beautiful construct, larger than the eye could see, so gargantuan that light itself bent and made the straight walls appear to bend and curve as they stretched on into Infinity.

An echo of a memory contained within my stolen body likens it to an old earth story, in core concept.

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