From within the translucent body of the entity, I reside as a single cell, observing layers of its being. Around me, the glowing lattice of its structure pulses faintly, a network of green and yellow filaments carrying energy through its form. These filaments crisscross like veins, softly illuminating the interior with a steady, rhythmic glow. The space feels alive, yet impossibly still, each pulse a reminder of the entity's timeless presence. Beyond the lattice, I see the room it cradles. The polished floors reflect faint traces of light, giving an impression of infinite depth. The walls rise smooth and seamless, curving subtly toward the high ceilings, enclosing the space in an aura of serene stillness. Sparse, minimalist furnishings sit quietly, as though they are mere ornaments of a greater, living whole. The room hums faintly, its vibrations echoing the entity’s pulse. Further ahead, the massive floor-to-ceiling windows come into view. Their pristine glass faintly reflects the interior glow while revealing the quiet world outside. Beyond the windows lies the rain-soaked street, illuminated by warm, orange streetlights. Parked cars line the edges of the road, their dark forms static against the faint, diffused light. The cityscape beyond is faint, muted, as though it exists only to be observed in this moment of stillness. From within, I see everything—the entity’s pulse, the room, the barrier of glass, and the quiet, glistening world beyond.