Intricate ringlets trace the exposed insides of each canyon and every tree trunk, marking iterations of its history and speaking Truth to chaos. Such inevitable potential lays dormant yet enduring, like the faults that bind the core of the Earth at its seams. And still we are here, on the surface, distracted by such trivial things as fear and the light of the Sun. Humans are wise enough to know of their demise, never how, only when. Truth is a timeless earth. Where memories float and overlap and morph into becoming fate: an etalage for the future.
How many layers are in a world?