From the Analects of Efforia, composed 5280 by Loviasthe, cited as B’Shin’s most transformative literary experience

If the mountain Falls together all bursts into being, one many meta
She holds taut but drowsy, swaying with the colors of warning, the centers of the hearts of matters
In this space is all as defined by us all in our spaces in our yesterdays of choked awaiting but unready
Simplest gesture of unison, mirroring tangent axial yellow motes to share swirl closed, jump-push-apart-towards-together
unasleep it reflects an origin disturbed to send once in its only life, so away melts expansion distrust
we are bright white and beautiful

—Maie-Knoumane