Doctrian Section

At the core of this whole beehive of life, powering not just the amazing mechanisms he had seen all through the day, and the layers of luxuriant gardens with living water, but also giving life energy to the inhabitants of this great cosmic city, was a floating shape, “dodecahedron” was the closest name that came to his mind, yet that was clearly not correct as it was constantly shape shifting, and sometimes he even had the impression that his mind perceived cross-sections of it. For some reason his mind flew to an old dried seal he had seen as a child in his father’s cupboard, before everything… no, he, had changed.
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