I picture my present awareness as a porous labyrinth whose walls twist like a triply periodic gyroid. Each cavity conducts thought in delicate strands, yet the whole remains a single continuous fabric. By slicing this internal surface at several hidden depths and tracing only the places where its silent energies balance out, I reveal the floating filaments that bind every chamber together. These lines—neither purely horizontal nor vertical—are the exposed threads of my gyroid skein: an ever-shifting mesh of intention weaving emptiness into coherence.