How frail the mind becomes when it must accept, it cannot control their voices. It is I, who release and

Oh, what a looming scream. Rippled through the cast of the soldering blade. Of heroic tasks the elders have made.

A movement amidst the ripple, reflective of the paradigm. Such an intrinsic placement of motion. The essence

I have to— I have to. From the place I’ve come, to the place I’m going. H

Know young one, I will not soon forget you. Your transcendent energy shall reassemble, as you continue in eclectic dwelli…

A plain of which none know. To a point of singularity; the rays wound tight to transmit. The cusp of all we hold dear, shaping our deliverance from frail…

There will be a reason I call to you this day. You’re fate entwined with infernal offerings, summons me to this cause.

He has heard it once, we are primordial sound. These intricacies of being. The complexity of what’s been wove… never knowing as we sway.

There you sit perched on my sill and yet, you’ve eluded me. Why should you return,

Again— The Door. Last, there was no answer. I cross—