Golden kaleidoscoping cosmic mandalas, gently spinning warmly upon my closed eyes. Thoughts happen upon the Phi Cycle of the universe. The event horizon in an octahedron.
Red is retrograding past a violet risk, and phasing into a peaceful blue dream. There in the vortex of the solar plexus we have drawn from the invincible singularity.
A rag-tag team of post-technological primitives dethrone the last regime in their regions controlled by vampiric extraterrestrial pan dimensional beings, just before the last ascension gates are scheduled to close.
"Hyperborea is a fleeting golden moment suspended between History and the unspeakable revelation of the Eschaton .
Hyperborea is a nexus of feelings, evolving ideas and shifting appearances. It is both an objective world and a dream within a hallucination.