The image associated with this prose is generated by Artificial Intelligence interpretation, rendering the words as read here:
immutable secret
The nature of being is no longer a state of mind, but the equilibrium of salutations spell among beings in the level of existence’s ordain nature of truth to be implied, but specified to the bringing of times creation which is unknown to those of us, we living in this realm of perverse existence known all too well of its presence being, and yet do little to circumvent its happening so long as we now can breath the air to life and forget those who have yet to come to the realm of the real as perceived by the senses given to restrict its full understanding; why is the prevailing question, and who is that offered the key to unlocking its immutable secret?
