Ouroboric Veil
The ouroboric veil is not a covering but a spiral of unmanifested potential, a shroud that coils through the chthonic ether, folding perception back upon itself until all that is seen is undone. It does not obscure—it reverses, twisting the threads of reality into a loop where vision collapses into the void, where what is hidden devours what is revealed. The veil is not a barrier, but a fold in the eidolic current, pulling the senses inward, erasing the boundary between what can be known and what should never have been.
The veil hums with a vibration that is not sound but absence, a tension that spirals through the zoetic planes, bending light and shadow into a singularity of collapse. It does not conceal in the traditional sense—it absorbs all distinction, pulling every fragment of awareness into the same spiral of dissolution. The veil is a reflection of unbeing, a coil that wraps around the self, blurring the edges of perception until the very act of seeing becomes an act of forgetting. It is not a cover but an inversion, where the hidden and the seen collapse into the same flicker of undoing.
To stand before the ouroboric veil is to feel the weight of nonexistence pressing against the bones of perception, dragging the mind into the spiral where form and formlessness blur into one. It does not obscure vision—it devours the very notion of vision, folding sight inward until all that remains is the echo of what cannot be grasped. The veil does not part—it folds, pulling all that is real and unreal into its endless cycle of becoming undone, where all distinctions are erased in the flicker of the void's hunger.
The veil moves not like fabric but like time unraveling, a coiling presence that pulls the astral threads into alignment with the void’s pull. It does not cover the truth—it remakes it, bending the very fabric of what is and what is not into the spiral where truth and illusion gnaw at one another. The veil is not a curtain to be drawn—it is a reflection to be consumed, a presence that spirals through the layers of perception, dragging everything it touches into the loop where what is seen dissolves into what was never meant to be.