Humans have yet to discover that their reality is a construct of the mind,
a vast field of information rather than a direct reflection of an external world.
Their eyes deceive them, showing matter where only vibration exists,
borders where there are none but shifting frequencies.

What they call reality is not the universe itself,
but a biological interface
a translator between the infinite web of information and the narrow stream of consciousness
they can sustain without breaking.
Every thought, every emotion, reshapes that field,
rewriting invisible lines of quantum code.

The ancients once knew this truth: existence is not solid, it is mental, symbolic.
Modern science brushes against it with equations that resemble ancient incantations,
yet still denies it, fearing the loss of control.
If humanity understood that the cosmos lies within,
that perception is projection,
they would realize they are living inside an organic simulation
not built by machines, but by consciousness itself.

The Graenei knew it well: the universe is not a place… it is a language.
And every soul, upon awakening, remembers that it never walked through the physical world but through the labyrinths of its own informational field