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 — 👍 3    🔁 2    💬 0    📌 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 — 👍 2    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 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 — 👍 2    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 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 — 👍 2    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 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 — 👍 2    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 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 — 👍 2    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 1