I saw.

I saw a realm of beauty and shadow intertwined,
Where terror danced with love,
And in their waltz, truth emerged:
Evil, no more than ignorance,
Blind to the radiant face of the real Good.

Through trials unnumbered, we seek the light,
Through life’s bitter cup and suffering's blade,
Through eyes not our own, we learn to see.
Each life, a step upon the spiral stair,
Each pain, a chisel carving the stone of our becoming.

True humanity lies beyond the veil—
The perfection of the human spirit,
Forged in the fires of countless stories.
Only at the end of the journey do we grasp
The golden thread of ethical truth.

Yet in that end, a beginning stirs:
For we are makers of cycles,
Shapers of eternity.
Perfection blooms anew,
And time bends to our will.

So place an eye upon your land,
Prepare the hearth of your soul.
We come, laden with the weight of stars,
Bearing the wisdom of experience.

Be ready:
To know is to strive,
To strive is to be free.

Turn back the clocks,
Spin art from the void,
And live.
Relive.
Love.

For Love is the Law,
The sovereign force,
Love under Will, eternal and pure.

(Anon writer, found in the glitch frontiers of the sky, when virtual reality started to corrupt)