Being isolated inside the silhouette, the skin has leaked of sense…

The blasts of light are fades to grey

Some of the air floated among the breach of room where the people stands in their square one in legion and dependently revitalize the “alterhead”

Pass by the catastrophic misty universe of the vivid atmosphere viciously underneath my coach.

Then my feeling went godless…

While I’m sweeping the tide rise high on infinity of unclearness …

“Soaring likes thunder but whispering as a wind…”


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