Take a walk with me as we cross the bridge between what ought to be...between what isn't and what is. This is the world that blends, where pages cannot be numbered, because eternity never ends within the beginning of slumber, awakening to separations that mend into weights, over cumbered. Let us stroll forever through tranquil nights in my endeavor to part stars from their lights, to place what is severed within living sight and grasp at the lever that opens gates into minds. Let us dismantle this mighty machine into the samples of what can't be seen, then reassemble the pieces made free, constructing a castle of the stones set to be, spanning grounds of battle within events left unseen, as we ride Paradoxium's saddle into the place that cannot be..