Underneath a thick carpet of moss was a trunk. Its lid was etched with a mosaic of primordial soup. I looked over the gaseous, wooden shroud carefully. As I sat wondering what was inside this mysterious vessel, a wind blew through and swept all thought from the corridors of my mind. At that moment, I found myself able to step inside. Upon entering, I could see the radiating concentric rings of time. I saw innumerable ripples interlacing into one another. Creating one fabric into which all life was woven.
