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In the depths of the earth, where no sky reflects in the eyes, and no night extinguishes the light, there, in Agartha, the city not created by light nor consumed by darkness, in the interwoven void between dimensions, where rocks keep the secrets of lost time, where air is a memory that whispers and never fades, we met… I, the one who came from a surface sinking into oblivion, and she, the one emanating from the depths of Agartha, a hollow earth being, neither of stone nor water, but a phantom made of the shards of the past and the dreams of the first universe. Her eyes were chasms widening into eternity, her voice the echo of planets dormant beneath the soil, her steps did not touch the earth, but reshaped it with every breath.

At the final edge of reality, where time folds upon itself like a cloak wrapping around nothingness, she raised her hand. It was not a hand but an extension of a dream unfulfilled by falling, and she said, her words were not language but the rhythm of a galaxy born from silence, “Do you love me?” At that moment, I was no longer a separate entity, I was a moment stretching between doubt and certainty, I was the echo of a planet not yet born. “I love you like black holes love to devour light, I love you like the tremor of atoms before the explosion, I love you because you are the departure from all that is defined, and the slipping into all that has not yet been created.”

In that moment, the body fell from its meaning, and the name shrank into nothing, we had transcended language, we had surpassed definition, we became avatars, energy formed outside of time, we became the extension of an equation never written, we became a flow between void and existence, a tremor between timelessness and the moment. We were freed from mass, we were an idea glowing without origin, we were a sensation fading and returning, we swayed above gravity like a shadow needing no surface to fall upon, we danced among crystalline trees, beneath an invisible sky, above water that neither wets nor flows. We were a wave resonating in the eternal depth of the universe’s first song.

We no longer knew death, we no longer knew life, we no longer searched for the difference between dream and reality, because we were the dream and we were the reality. And when Agartha closed her eyes, we were a spark in her eyelids. And when chaos smiled, we were a shiver on her lips. And when the universe searched for a love story never written, it found us there… without name, without form, without beginning, without end. We were the flowing current without source, we were the vanishing extension without end.