Archeology of Transcending Light (A.O.T.L.)
Four square vessels from another star, light years away from our dear Sun.
The light once liquid, then was fire. Hard as rock, yet swift as lightning.
I saw them in the dreams of the voiceless matters,
while gazing at the shimmering reflections of distant stars.
The square mirrors reflect the music of the concealed message,
in the silence of the mortal night.
Elixir was infused in fluid time and space, as the Immortal’s secret joy.
They are the seeds, seeds of the Transcending light.