Home of the Illusions

Is full of concealment, form, and void. A plane of darkness where immortals descended from grace, as their flames lay buried under their temples and forgotten by. Intertwining within the heart of matter lies the key to hidden wisdom hidden in darkness, opaqued by the initiates. Man's own unreality makes him subject to the illusions, as if he is a prey of his own web. He relies deeply upon his faculties and go against his own will as he repositions his chronological orders by impeding upon the inevitability as he becomes the cause of his own effect. Once the man soul has ripened with knowledge and wisdom, he is then pluck like an apple, ready to be harvested, then assembling back to the lake of fire, from which he cometh.