Two guards before a prison. One nonchalant the other not.

Uniformity: "Just one, not two".

Conformity: "Can be many but all must be the same.
Minions who believe...they are the masters.
False utopia fed with deceits
Spacetime and dreams buried deep
Every moment quite asleep".

Uniformity: "Energy, Life, Death, quantum theory of the west. A pattern of significance".

The nonchalant guard finally speaks,"The traveller has reached the end of the journey. In the freedom of the infinite he is free from all sorrows, the fetters that bound him are thrown away, and the burning fever of life is no more".
The nonchalant One then strangely and swiftly becomes a specturm of colours before into nothingness. It is such a stunning stillness that even Time involuntarily stops to watch.

"Ooooo...was that Buddha"? "Nah, everyone is a buddha nowadays".

The words echoes through the prison walls... and a quiet awakening begins to be.

Suffering: "I want nothing".
hero: "That is something".
The two then fall into the absence of words.
With eyes closed, Suffering sees self - a vortex of war, famine, lust, illness and decay, more than 21600 frames per fourth of a second, all encapsulated within a black hole.

It begins to snow, and water turn cold.
The two begin to crystalize, like a snow flake in winter time.
A titan on a journey walks by and stops. Curiously, he stares at the two: one absolute, the other absolutely ugly and deformed. He steps closer, amazed at the elaborate deformity before him. There seems to be a recurring pattern...he tries to open his eyes largely...a vortex of somesort with stuff too miniscule for sight. And there within his large pupils, a reflection forms in an instant and soon multiplies into the deep abyss of many.
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tbc