Sanctum by MST

Find the place where all lines meet. It is there that you will find your sanctum. The seeker.
The mystic.
The seer.
Your exile over, you will be free.
Run toward the place were the varied resonances merge.
The chancel where smoke engulfs and lifts you to other realms.
Burning away the illusions of this dimension you forever merge with eternity, locked in sublime passion all time slips away with abandon.
Enraptured in an everlasting kiss… souls soar and boundless wisdom abides.
Run run towards the place where all lines meet.