At the gates of a new dawn, all the lines come to a single point. A source of all forms in every dimension, at every scale. An eternally repeating pattern which connects it all. A simple tone with all the ways it takes through space and time. Every whisper, tiniest ripple on its ever-changing surfaces, every petal and every drop in this ocean speaks about one thing. Intertwined, spiraling into cycles, mirroring itself in all possible ways. It's only a beginning yet it's endless when the path is taken. Learning to walk and learning to be still, to face this dawn with eyes wide open.