seven plus twenty three comes to.. thirty. three-sets-of-tens, a trinity. one- circle above, two- etching away and three as waves passing through not just me but we all know somethings close as im sure you can see and im sure well come to know what that will be, but first theres a task and that entails "who will be a-part?" regarding the events at hand, proficiency could be starting to stand in the heat of the flame however whatever name or image you give makes the game, one who takes it all in this time could be said to be falling for snakes..  this quiet time inside at night, subset of space to set things right and try to light the way to briefly get away, to realize what should stay, but endless returning at the end of the day is our nature until the cycle ceases to twine, disassembling the line is not an easy task but it has the capacity to be the last in a sequence of patterns that ceaselessly repeat in every sense. once a path is found one begins to move around, whats that over there? onto exploring the mirages and musings under the demon's stare.