Within the turbulence of that wild sea of calmness where regular tides disguise, mountains are ground, their pieces smashed and broken into shimmering beads of light.

Each piece the matrix seed does hold within its crystal frame and life its energy.

They shoot forth in forces, travel star to star, globe upon globe they circumnavigate

and chaos brings movement to the stagnant ponds of flotsam, pools stirring, breathing life.