Double-Tree
From Infictive
Slip. Fall. Sink, shatter into mirrors - Inkscape-Pools, antireflective surface The Light; broken in it's course: multihued in one eye, somber depth to another. Two Temples along the Transitlines, housing amplifying chambers tuned to negative frequency and post-physical bandwidths alike. Open doors, but co-ordinate points shift, sway, signature fluxes. Traceable linearity dissipates, all paths appear dangerous depending on the angle of approach. A fine haze settles across the great circuit board, but it's perception in RecAyin is post-processed into the luscious and teeming scene by the Strange Ghost Hand.
