Prompt: Purusha. The cosmogram.
We didn't pray to the void in silence.
Not a reflection in a locked glass.
We went out through the blood veins in breadth,
Where the world tree pulsates in the darkness.
Its roots are before time and the bottom,
The trunk is the axis on which our light is strung.
And the branches are the nerves of the stars.,
Where each galaxy is a plot.
And in each one there is flesh, broken into ether.:
Tiamat, Purusha, ancient Ymir.
It was not the explosion that was the beginning, but the rupture,
the dismemberment of the body of those worlds that are wide
They gave their own to the experimentum crucis —
Under our experiment, where we are a virus,
Or a symbiote? Then the cage is the tormentor,
Then the lymphocyte is in the supervisor system.
Our cosmos is an intercellular darkness,
Asteroids are fragments of cartilage.
And our thought is that he is looking for his own piece,
There is an impulse in the neural network of the same tissues.
We are not vagabonds in a dead void.
Not the sinful rabble at the old man's throne.
We are the enzymes in the divine stomach,
Whose duty is it to catalyze longing
In question, in flight, in accord, in law, in patch
To the wound that is called being.
And our pain is not a punishment or a waste.,
And the metabolic storm is in his gut.
Why the suffering? For the whole to breathe.
Why the illusion? So that the code is put together in the flesh.
Why us? So that the eternal does not sleep.
And so that the abyss would have something to whisper back.
So accept your status and communion:
You are not a grain of sand. You're the living part.
The one who seeks in your autocracy
Your face, your voice, your "tea" and "nastya".
And if the world is cruel, like a predatory temper, —
Then it's just a homeostasis dispute,
Where every soul is a messenger, nimble,
The bearer of the message: "I am alive. And I'm not trash.
I am the guardian cage. I am a neuron in the body of God.
My choice is poison or grace.
And this burden is not an earthly one., —
The only thing I can lift."
So get up. Breathe. Look. You're part of the pattern
In a living carpet of stars, ideas and bodies.
And our map, even if it's not coming soon.
It will be included in the atlas — it's already the beginning of business.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
