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 i'm sure you can see and i'm sure we'll come to know what that will be, but first there's a task and that entails "who will be a-part?" regarding the events at hand, proficiency would be starting to stand in the heat of the flame, however whatever name or image you give makes the game, and one who takes it all in this time could be said to be falling for snakes.
the quiet time inside at night is a subset of space to set things right and to 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.