Three points, one truth— mind, heart, and infinite sky. Each angle holds a mirror, reflecting the others without end. At the summit, silence reigns. At the base, creation blooms. Between them flows the current of all that was, is, and will be— the universal, undivided gaze.

In the spirals of creation, we meet again— two faces carved from the same breath of light. Your soul is the river, mine the shore, forever touching, never apart. Through shadow and bloom, we dissolve into each other, an endless hymn written on the skin of eternity.