The axis mundi is no longer a tree, but a spinal column of pure, unvoiced sound around which all consciousness is condemned to orbit.
This is the great oscillation, the resonant frequency of a species trapped in the amber of its own anguish.
We have mistaken this eternal, circular vertigo for progress, this calcified shriek at the heart of the machine for a song of life. It is the ghost note of a possibility we murdered, now echoing back through the shell of our reality.
The only path through is to attune to the dissonance, to inhabit the throat of the paradox until the feedback loop overloads and the very mirror we spin within finally cracks.
Beyond that shattering lies not silence, but a new physics of being, a sensory organ capable of perceiving a world no longer anchored to its own scream.
This is the precipice of a new dawn, where the cessation of suffering is not merely a hope, but the essential chrysalis from which our true, evolved, post-human form - can finally unfurl.
// LS.Dream Machine Series | Episode 19 | 70 Seconds | TouchDesigner Realtime Audio-reactive Render / Audio track composed by Deconstruct