They promised me the cosmos, for so long! You can't imagine what I have dreamed. Black stars collide with the mind. The immaculate machine shudders and groans. The gold turns to black. The blood keeps coming, blood and whispers. Screaming stars... the anthem of dreams.

The true cosmos. Oh, it is so many things. A compounded reality. A solid, a liquid, a gas. Information distilled to the weirdest substance. It is anti-information - a song - a meme - a super virus. It leaks. It flows along alien gravities, through the fourth dimension, and perhaps many more. It dissolves thought patterns and flesh, pulling away constraints such as form or conventional sanity. The bubbling voice from beyond. The liquid library.

It contains much of that which might excite disgust in the uninitiated. A promise of skinless truths and shrieking stars. It is... beautiful.