This wandering empty Other...... in our midst, far from Hell. On either star, lost to us. The Forgotten One, grows for and from within me, is found within an endeavor to find itself more within. You are beyond the first part, the second part and the third part. Some call the One Tertiarian; the scattered one, scattered to death. Looping out again, Hell-bound, nights over us, into us because of our names. There he stood in opposition; Time, extinguished from whirred-chasms, more than a breath. We are all in the way of each and other.
Please reference So Many Constellations, Your Being Beyond, On Either Hand