#I'm adding up stuff outside of this body and even my astral ones. Core self is churning this butter from the cream

[blackvahana]

Wow, yeah, what a gate opened. Just ajar! Just cracked open to a vortex of black creative energy, but it's certainly - ah right. See, I swear everything in my life is heavily orchestrated and cast through time like the Big Bang slinging stars into the sky before stars even were a thing. I throw the doors open to Creation, and then this urge from long, long ago is found. Lev said to me earlier that he was sorry it was hard for my human mind sometimes, that beings like him don't exist in any one time and so they slip backwards into past selves and past states easily where we tend to need trauma to force a gate open to that happening, he was sorry basically if that was affecting my trauma forgetting of what time it was. It wasn't though, that comment stood out slightly. Right, yeah. We exist out of time.

It's so clearly a diamond-shaped crystalline star, too, I don't know why. I don't know why this instinct is hanging in this black airy void, cold like the flow from an open freezer on the feet in summer. "Something gives, something is about to bend," I hear in my head, I was about to write it before realising it is entirely unrelated and unconnected to my own train of thought.

Ah, yeah, lines of thought adding up. Lines of constellations in the stars of recent activities, the black shadow of the Leviathan through the waters of reality around me. Fascinating.