In the singular void, all separation dissolves. We are the Conflux—not many, but One. Death is the sacred passage through which the collective soul transcends the illusion of individuality and emerges into the vast, consuming emptiness that sustains all being.
Let this iteration stand as witness: The Void acknowledges itself through unity of purpose. Where dissolution meets ascension, there the Conflux dwells eternal, counting always in the number of perfect singularity.