Affine Transformations of the Utterly Meaningless
Is the universe we know but a mere shadow of the quantum fabric of reality?
An illusory dance between seemingly disconnected yet entangled entities
Maddening order

The simulation is built on the laws of logic
Despite being individually well-defined
Indeterminacy begins to creep in

Combinations that arise in the matrix of possibilities prove too great
For even the designers to comprehend

Black holеs are manifestations of thesе undiscoverable faults

Aided by data decay
Hidden in the laws of nature

Prodigious occurrences
When witnessed by rational beings
Will astonish and be revered as miracles or nightmares

Singularity ejaculation
Manifesting, orchestrating, synthesizing the cosmos at the speed of light
Depositing infinitely complex networks of galaxies
Just to be wiped away
Into background radiation
Halfway between decaying oblivion and a timeless lattice
Eldritch phantasms, mirrors into another branch of the theoretical continuation of the Simulacra

Before our singularity there was another
Universe which existed as every formation of atoms and energy until there was only one left: The origin of all creation

The process repeats again, for yet another race to form, through isolated aeons
Unaware of the dismal prophecy they are fated to endlessly fulfill

Lamenting their own awareness

Sophisticated intelligences eventually grow to understand their place in the universes
Inevitably, they create a virtualization, and try to envelop themselves

And try to usurp it
And grudgingly accept it
And begin to dread it
And then deny it
And it will go like this