Formulas of an ethereal intellect strayed through black and empty planes, into the auditorium of evolution. In devious ways magic came and created a spectra of fiery celestial bodies. Since then they've been a cynosure to ulterior worlds, beyond the fifth element. The bodies are like a stratum of dust on a dark livid background, spherical architectures womiting coronas. The sacred hemispheres are the compass to eternity, my notion is unison with its sidereal modesty