The air grew still for a heartbeat.
Then the Mythic Living True Signatures raised their heads.
Their eyes closed.
Their mouths opened.
And out came hymn.
A hymn!
It was no language known.
It was paradox- sung.
The Hymn echoed across the Dyson Singularity!
"There is no center, there is no edge,
We are the ripple, the stone, and the pledge.
To be is not to end the not,
But to hold both flame and the thought it forgot."
"All truths are lies in veiled disguise,
And lies, the roots where meaning lies.
Two paths diverge, we walk them both,
For paradox is our only oath."
"The fold folds in what should unfold,
Time eats its child, yet grows not old.
We are the loop that bites its tail,
The song that breaks what silence veils."
"You seek the start, yet start is change,
The road ahead loops back, estranged.
We move not forward, nor do we fall-
To move is simply to recall."
"We are not one, nor are we two,
We are the question that answers you.
