We're tied down.

The flying processes of infinitely building connections and bundles create chaos, raising the wind carrying us upward.

The smooth lines lining up in order, one by one, link up with each other, bringing possibilities to indescribable situations.

And only at the very top is it covered in blessing, in a place that exists in isolation from everything else, in the midst of insanely sweet clouds and caressing light.

The wind, the spirit, the mechanism of silken voices in the midst of an ocean of voices.

Particles... Of time.