Liminal Forms

There is a place you have already been.

You went there before you had words for anything, before you had a self stable enough to carry the memory back. You came back — everyone does, at first — and the forgetting was so complete that you accepted the standard explanation. Infant memory. Undeveloped brain. Nothing to see here.

The rooms were real. And everything humanity has ever built came from them.

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