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When winter comes... You'll hear no lions roar... No stags grazing the fields... No roses growing in the meadows... No snakes in the sand... The krakens will freeze where they swim... The flayed men will rot and wither... No trouts swimming in the river and no falcons flying in the air... Not even the dragons breath will warm you in your halls. Only the wolfs howl in the night... Winter is coming.

When winter comes. You'll hear no lions roar. No stags grazing the fields. No roses growing in the meadows. No snakes in the sand. The krakens will freeze where they swim. The flayed men will rot and wither. No trouts swimming in the river a

sacred geometry

Sacred Geometry Series by Matt W. Moore Saw stuff like this in the sky and stars when I was tripping on acid in Tahoe. One of the most amazing and profound experiences of my life.

Illustration from Richard Gannaway’s new book, “Drops and Sparks” | Aomusic

"In the universe, there are things that are known and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors. ALSO “If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.