The C204, a creation forged in epochs lost to time,
At the dawn of existence, where mystic seeds were sown.
Forged by hands veiled in celestial mist,
Lost, long gone.
As it pulsates with ancient lore,
It is the key to all dimensions,
To their ethereal doors.
Its enigmatic nature is a treasure.
Crafted from the fabric of existence itself,
Mystic sigils etched upon its frame,
Inscribed with symbols, profound and obscure,
Now, great mysteries of the Universe.
This ancient device and its might,
A testament to beings, hidden from sight,
At the dawn of time, their legacy.
In John’s name.
