To be searching for keys to unlock eternities and infinities. To be leaning into the never-ending universe and wrapping ourselves in the fabric of time. To be diving into emptiness, the holes, the cracks in time and the tears in space. To be dancing around dimensions with past and future…

Long before the birth of time, a clear crystal ball carrying the seed of the Rose, was propelling/spinning through cosmos. Dropping the seed, wherever it needed to be, the Rose was born into this life in a desert. There, her stem sprouted from a source stemming from deep underground. Traveling…