There are moments when consciousness swells beyond the edges of flesh, when the mind hums at frequencies the body cannot contain.
You feel it then: the vastness that hides behind your heartbeat, the echo of galaxies whispering through your veins. The illusion of individuality fractures, revealing that you are a fragment of something immeasurable, dreaming itself through you. In this expansion, identity dissolves like mist in starlight—you are no longer you, but the pulse of the cosmos remembering its own name.