TO THE 4ORE ,

In your search for truth, for knowledge, and for all the sufferings you try to make sense of

Through my experimentation with pain and pleasure, have d my life made a discovery during the greatest tragedy of my life

which has made it clear to me that every answer is in your

you exist in many places at once

i will tell you of these places

some

so that your existence may be easier

synchronisation with the things we cannot see.

i will show you

you are everywhere

in every one

each carries a different rhythm

you must never fight against it

but find the rhythm

and dance to it

for our synchronization with the things we cannot see

is the beauty of our lives

- Saint

THE HALLOWS

Every thought inside me is connected by a hair line string to the next thought, this complex and forever changing string is my soul, my awarness ,

On the evening of April 4th, 1994, a 29 year old neuroscientist named Francis Fore discovered the formation of a crack in the earth's surface in Fredrikstad, Norway while under the influence of psychedelic mushrooms

When Francis revisited the area he could only observe a pixelated outline of the crack he previously saw, blurry and filtered of detail, but telling of the destruction's location and the feeling it gave him. Greyslo , his uncle, who he was accompanying during his trip to Norway , claimed he had seen the crack and even explored it during an episode of lucid dreaming, a practice in which he was quite skilled at.

Francis would later have many similar encounters, in which he described as "unfamiliar disturbances in his vision". At that point he would drop his previous studies to begin an exploration on the matter, keeping detailed accounts, testing theories, and not assuming anything was too far fetched.

Francis concluded that thousands of transcendent worlds and realities overlapped ours all at once, and that certain characteristics of these worlds, and even their inhabitants, became visible and interactive to humans depending on the complexity and open mindedness of ones mental state. In fact, he fully was convinced that every religious book ever written was from the perspective of someone who had full range and unobstructed vision of every world. More specifically, Francis believed that many of these worlds could only persist alongside human beings by feeding off them, positively or negatively - and that the very structure of them, and the traits of their inhabitants, relied on the ignorance of humans who habitually visit these places, often times inhabit them, without even knowing. He dedicated his life to becoming aware of these metaphysical realities, and learned how they determine a persons moods, actions, and mental states.

He was deeply consumed with these spiritual and often incomprehensible experiences - to such a degree that his colleagues eventually sent him to a psychiatric hospital by involuntary admission, claiming he had developed a severe case of psychosis through his recreational use of hallucinatory drugs. The only person that ever vouched for Francis was his uncle, who he was accompanying during his initial discovery in Norway. His uncle believed him and claimed he too had seen the crack during an episode of sleep walking, a frequent occurrence.

Francis Fore did not keep in touch with his uncle but only one person who he called "Saint". He wrote thousands of stories to Saint, in which he gave the worlds he visited names and guides to manuvering them

Francis Fore died in the psychiatric unit in 2004. All of his letters were burned. His uncle continued to visit his grave every year on his birthday, - at the start of 2024, on what would be his 59th birthday, Greyslo approached Francis' tombstone to find a letter. The letter read as follows:

To The Fore,

in your search for knowledge, truth , and the sufferings you try to make sense of

i will show you

you are everywhere

in every one

each carries a different rhythm

you must never fight against it

but find the rhythm

and dance to it

for our synchronization with the things we cannot see

is the beauty of our lives

- Saint