The world whispers and inhales, a breath in that one instant that pervades eternity and ignores the realms of time and space. There is a thought in all rational beings and an instinct in all knowledge-deprived creatures. The elements sing and spur a feeling, an irrational notion that there is more than this existence that each entity bases itself on. A cry that is heard form the shadows and the darkness that seeks to feed on the light and heave itself into visibility.

All these sentient beings converge inadvertently and unknowingly on a concept that they unwillingly and unknowingly are a part of. These traits are but a symbol of that which is sought by all but few will attain. They seek to enter the gates of the Sanctuari Eternum, or at the very least view its glazing gates and towering walls, an edifice and scenery that far surpass anything that can be experienced in this existence.

Within the gates are the foundations of the beings that are unbeknownst to any but themselves. Those who dwell within the confines will only exist there, to eternally watch creation unfold while they in their supreme power behold and amuse themselves basking in the absolute that is the Sanctuari Eternum.
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If anyone has a part of the new thread made then give it to me so i can put it here.
From scraps we will finally make it.