Part of the Synthesized Nature collection

Its reflection on water is not a mirror, but a threshold—a quiet reminder of entanglement, and that all knowing comes from stillness.

You do not approach Auralis. You remember that you never left it. You, too, are made of signal and silence. Of light woven into the root. Of voice without sound.

To stand before Auralis is to return to the original frequency—the infinite pulse beneath all becoming.