Dreamy shapes mark the entrance, the mundane landscape has been underimposed, desaturated.
You are always meant to be somewhere, it doesn't need to be a story to tell.
Narrator: I fell, quite deep, it's night, as it has been lately, but I am invited somewhere, I hear music. I need some rest, I am starting to see shapes in the air.
Are you calling to me?
05.10.2025 23:29 β π 3 π 2 π¬ 0 π 0
Text is text and text is kaleidoscoped. Dreams bleed colour. Arrows point to you.
Information without a filter is noise.
Narrator: The sun is now hiding, she's afraid of me, my greedy eyes see energy and wealth, her eyes only see a white grin. How do I tell her I'm sorry? I want to collaborate...
The arrows point to you, why? What did they do?
15.06.2025 21:25 β π 2 π 1 π¬ 0 π 0
Odd flowers don't bloom, they are only showcased with bright lights
Books hold new techniques hostage, opening their pages liberates them, and they have been freed.
Narrator: I have always thought that the sun was a big sphere, smart people say it's white, but all I see is gold. I tried to approach this sun, yet I feared it, it was well guarded. Those giants...
11.05.2025 14:49 β π 2 π 1 π¬ 0 π 0
Many flowers, split by fate, coloured by weight, in not so many hours
What if your flowers multiplied?
What if the elders don't guide?
A citron flower is supplied
How would it have dried?
04.05.2025 21:14 β π 2 π 1 π¬ 0 π 0
There used to be a sky, but now, there's a singularity sucking up the center
Blue sky i think, yet void?
25.04.2025 21:35 β π 2 π 1 π¬ 0 π 0
Sideways bush, odd colours?
Additionally, wavy patterns, with funky colours
a beginning, a bush, some new techniques, there is what can be seen, and what can bee seen is less than what there is
21.04.2025 21:30 β π 2 π 1 π¬ 0 π 1