Vales Beyond Dimension

I have arrived at the corridor of infinity; the great hall where the ages are kept
 Behind ancient ash and primordial iron
 The past is a mirror... aeons exist in a myriad cast
 The vale before me; my own reflection
 Another stands at the doorway of the maelstrom; a visionary to guide me through
 Cracks reveal themselves in patterns of the distance
 The past is a sphere
 A mystic shape, a mode of knowing
 A godless, perfect form in the quietus of passing
 Between the vales of existence and the miasmic landscape of consciousness
 The fabric of being has withered away; no longer there waiting for me
 I have peeled away layers of my humanity
 No longer a being, the core of entity
 For each layer reveals the key to the gates of the multiverse
 Through the doorway of a shaman's reality
 A universe within the skull
 Alas I stand at the threshold of dimension
 The macrocosm has revealed itself as a towering serpent spire
 The past has shattered... aeons subsist only in countless shards
 The myriad cast of the vale; a thousandfold reflection