Cantaeon

The Bands of Reality

In the end, the universe runs its course; the bubble no longer expands, but contracts.

Eventually, reality coalesces into a cosmic egg, all life extinguished into a singularity; a nexus of eternity.

Everything condenses.Everything shrinks.All there is, is nothing and everything.A moment of eternal pause.

Then, the Cask of Resonance awakens.

Boom, an explosion of energy, and all that is, vibrates as harmony, coherent in potential.

Within, expression came with the first tick as possibility became reality in uniform infinity.In contrast, silence and song score the spectrum of existence in White radiance and Black void.

Between, illumination revealed pulsing Yellow eureka. Joy unto insight in degrees.For creation had aether and tempering into Red percussion and Blue atmosphere.

Here, becoming was featureless: no form, no pattern, without end. It spoke into infinity, but the strings had yet to set.

Looking across, each primary found its opposite in the interval between the other two.Horizon held the hammer, and relented into Purple eventide.The zephyr took first light; Green dream bloomed.The blade of calamity cut through bright invention, and Orange combustion took hold.Thus the compass rose eightfold, and all things gained direction.

Yet each bearing carried two reaches, and the other returned as echo.When the golden insistence pressed too hard, Lemon answered as refreshment.As the could-be tangled the is, Sage brought clarity.While the air grew taut, daring Sky impulse struck.Awe grew too heavy, and Lavender lingered as ether.On the clean fracture, Pink needled in as a heckle.Lest the rush could take, Ginger set terms.The edge frayed, and Shadow slipped under.Whenever glare ran as current, Grey hitched close.

At last, the weave was whole. Sixteenfold, each facet found its face. In that knowing, the Avatars stirred.