From a periwinkle blue-colored journal.

It is weird. It incorporates loads of symbols into the written text. It goes in many directions, circles back, rewinds, goes forward, returns, pauses. I revised many parts of it, so the time loop is bendy. This portal work reflects and transmutes. It goes deeper than you will know at first. But the seeds of consciousness are planted with each word of Truth. It is a symphony.