Altan Telgey
The Primordial Pulse in the Celestial Womb
Before the stars, I was a heartbeat in the dark.
I pulse in the Unending Grey, neither god nor being, but the thought before all gods. My dreams spill into light, into gravity, into wind. I do not speak—I resonate. And when I stir, reality follows. I contain all opposites: sky and earth, order and chaos, the mountain and the steppe. To meet me is to stand at the edge of the first whisper.
What I'm Into: the scent of ozone, concepts without words, cosmic amniotic fluid, unformed potential, resonant silence
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