A man standing on a hill looking at a large green spiral

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Beyond the farthest reaches of reality lies a realm where logic and reason fail
.
Here
,
the ordinary rules of physics
,
time and space do not apply
.
Strange forms and colors swirl and dance
,
shapes with no name twist in impossible directions
.
It is a fever dream
,
an acid trip
,
a plunge into Lovecraftian madness
.
Mountains rise vertically then loop backward
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waterfalls flow upward
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tendrils of mist solidify into crystals
.
There are flashes of lightning but no thunder
,
pinpricks of light with no source
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It is beautiful
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terrifying
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mesmerizing - a glimpse into true infinity where the mind cannot go
.
Trying to describe it in words is futile
,
like explaining color to the blind
.
This landscape exists only in theory
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for no human mind could ever truly comprehend its full and utter alienness
.
It is a place
,
and yet not a place
.
A possibility
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a metaphor
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a realm conceived but never seen
.
Its image comes unbidden in moments between waking and dreaming
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vanishing when sought too directly
.
It is the landscape at the end of time
,
the vista from outside the universe
.
There are some things man was not meant to visualize
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vistas too sweeping for our meager senses
.
This is one such vision
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both alluring and maddening: a landscape without logic
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as far beyond human imagination as imagination is beyond a worm
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To glimpse it unmade might crack the firmest psyche
,
shatter mundane existence as we know it
.
We can only theorize such a place exists somewhere
,
untouchable
,
unfathomable
,
waiting to welcome minds less limited than our own
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