“The sun-drenched world above is a memory I can barely recall. My existence has taken root here in the depths, in these subterranean chambers where time dissolves into the eternal. In this twilit labyrinth I reside with my feline companions, suspended in a frozen but ever-shifting tableau. The world above, with its relentless demands and transient aspirations, has become an illusion, fading like a mirage in the mist.

The cats, like liquid mercury, glide through the tunnels, their movements a perpetual play of shadow and light. We live in a symbiotic embrace, these creatures and I. They are the true masters of this underground realm, their sleek bodies mirroring the tidal currents of my thoughts. Our days form a seamless continuum, where the cycles of waking and dreaming blur into an indistinguishable haze. Around us, the ancient walls, adorned with their delicate webbing of cracks, capture the essence of our existence in an efflorescing tapestry of moments past.

In this sunless Elysium, stasis becomes liberation. Each day unfolds in repetitive cycles, a ritualized choreography that insulates us from the annihilating encroachment of passing years. With each purr and gentle brush against my weathered skin, I sense tectonic masses of time shifting invisibly around me, crystallizing into an infinity of stillness.”

(text by Philip Hinge, Anthony Discenza, and ChatGPT)