A Planetary Misalignment
…few words before you immerse into the video
The images arrive as rough scribbles. Horns protrude. Monkeys gather. Black water spreads. A red moon turns slowly. The rendering is low, deliberate.
No element is placed at random. A larger pattern governs the apparent disorder.
These entries serve as a guide to the recurrent process. They name the principal forces: the Porcupine that passes through, the Horned Planet that sketches, the Creature born from the gaps, the Darkened Primate that commands, and the beings caught in a weave that frays and reforms without end.
The sequence may be watched first. Return to these words when the motions begin to repeat.
Those who seek the underlying order have already found their place within it.
01. The Weave of Fate and the Cosmic Porcupine
The universe is a tapestry, thinly woven, rough as handmade carpet. Knots are left on purpose, to hold tension. Planets hang along the strands. Stars mark the crossings. Alignment lasts only a while. Gravity holds. Time moves forward.
A porcupine passes through. It means no harm. One quill catches a thread. The thread unravels. Others follow. The weave loosens into drifting strands.
Nothing is lost. Everything returns to potential.
02. The Chaotic Observator and the Horned Planet
In the loose strands an eye takes shape. It has no body, only the faculty of seeing absence.
The eye notices a planet turning at a distance. The planet is horned, marked with an X and a two (II). It does not repair the old weave. Instead, it sketches new figures, scribbled humanoids that reach toward each other, seeking first contact.
Gentle touches become violent tears in the fabric. The creation remains premature, faulty. The red planet spins. Reality disintegrates again, opening small gaps of creative freedom amid the darkness.
From these gaps, a strange creature is born.
03. Emergence of the “Creature from the gaps”
From the widened gaps in darkness a creature is born.
It leaks into existence, unchosen. It carries the weight of awareness: the knowledge of its own imposition, the pain of a function without free-will.
Its destiny is to move unwillingly toward newborn planets.
The creature falls toward one such world, a small planet marked for curious primates. It falls in its black water and contaminates it.
Pink plants sway in the dry breeze. Curious monkeys watch the movements in the water.
They are thirsty. A new cycle begins.
04. Do not let your pets drink the water!
Black water already lies in the low places, now contaminated. Curious monkeys approach. They drink without restraint. The water enters their bodies and their minds, priming for a command not yet given.
Spirals form in their eyes. They drink again.
Only one monkey holds back, it is white, it is not drinking.
The fallen creature's substance needs to spread everywhere. From water it turns into vapor. The vapor seeks the resistant one. Corruption arrives as promise of power.
It enters through breath. The white fur darkens. It is crowned as king.
The king is born.
The Black King raises an arm,
points to the Red Moon.
The other monkeys turn their gaze upward. The command arrived.
05. The Black King Ascension to the Red Moon
The infected obey at once.
They link their bodies into a tower of flesh entwined, limbs supporting limbs, helping the king to reach toward the pulsing moon.
The structure sways, alive, climbing higher.
The Black King ascends the living steps, careless.
The monkeys’ bodies are only tools.
At the summit it pauses, feeling the peak of its power. Destiny fulfills itself.
The fallen creature that occupies its mind now completes its function.
It inhales the moon entirely.
The Black King draws out the skeleton, releases it into the wider dark.
The bones scatter, freed.
The atmosphere thickens with residue. Far off, abstraction takes over.
06. Kaleidospine
The spine, once the hidden structure holding the body upright, now exposes itself as infinite regression.
In this moment, the myth reveals its deepest irony. The resistant one sought power to refuse contamination. It received power, and power abstracted it.
The silhouette dissolves into the spine of abstraction
— beautiful, useless, endless.
Free in the cosmos again.
The story continues.