With an infinitely increasing mass, its scales are fractal mandalas, shoals upon shoals of realities in themselves. It expands through Time, an array of itself lined up in a game of scale. This great worm dreams us all even as we awaken soaked in sweat and emanating a vague awe from a dream of it. Eternal is its hunger, that insatiable maw engulfing its elusive tail, wheeling in the void, moving inchoate matter into dimensional action. Balanced in that fulcrum of hunger and fulfillment, lust and its slaking, war and peace, pleasure and pain, good and evil, dying and living, is the crux of matter.
It is ouroboros, the world snake, and we are tessellations upon a dream of its scales!