🔹 A whisper to the subconscious, a key in the fabric of time. 🔹 A sigil you wear, but do not see—until you do. 🔹 Threaded with intention, shielded by silence. 🔹 The Grey Rabbit does not seek. It is found.
Five moons wax and wane, turning the wheel of perception. A snake coils infinite, the Merkaba turns. Look closely, but not too close—this is a doorway, not a mirror.
:: 00321001 "The eyes will not find it, but the mind will."
