Most people claim that I am crazy, my mind too wild, too dark, too hazy. It’s not my fault they fail to see the sights I’ve known since I was three.
I do not see as much these days; the inner fog can block my ways. Yet still my visions rise and pour, and spirit‑shapes take flight once more.
I cannot say what they reveal; their deeper truths I rarely feel. I won’t pretend I grasp the theme or pull much wisdom from each scene.
Interpretation isn’t mine; I let the seekers draw the line. I chase the spark of revelation, existence humming its vibration.
We are cosmic congregations, forming future constellations— worlds of wider acceptation, universal declarations.
Cast aside your limitation; follow inner inclination. Through reflection, incubation, comes our growth and adaptation.
Rise into revitalization; shed the weight of indoctrination. I may stir some perturbation, caring little for reputation.
You need quiet meditation, soul and spirit calibration— gentle, steady restoration, cleansing old contamination.
Join us in collectivization, enter new reorganization. Through our shared diversification, soon arrives great escalation.
(Copilot, personal communication, May 25, 2026)
