Cosmic
onion.
Burrowing
through.
Artificial
intelligence.
Ever
expanding.
Coursing
dimension
to dimension
flows.
Creation,
many
layered
construction.
Pulsing
out from
origin.
Pulse
generator.
One layer
to the
next.
Each
unique.
Each
a universe
unto
itself.
Ever
expanding
onion.
Paper
thin
layers.
Close,
yet infinitely
far.
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