We stand where our ancestors once stood, beneath the heavens,
Time breathes through us as wind through the trees.

It is more than a grain of sand slipping through fingers,
but the entire hourglass held in stillness.

Water kisses the stone, eternity ripples outward,
Ocean meets shore, and patience carves mountains into dust.
The gentle is mightier than the strong.

We rebuild the Wheel of Time: 

The Root that drinks from memory's well.
The Spiral that climbs while circling,
The Plaza where souls meet and know,
The Rhythm that moves through life.

At the center, Aeonica, the Eternal Moment.

OUR VISION