A cluster of ancient souls, merged in desperation against hostility, remains undisturbed by the tyranny of ephemeral rulings and the menace of a devastating future. A promise is a promise.
There is no place for the desires of empty beings, willing to give their lives just to feel something. Purity lies as a testament of what life once was.
A hand approaches the scalding coldness of the seemingly impervious surface. Ashes from a turbulent past, a shared past, remain inside. Unforgettable tribulations.
When gazed upon, in all its highness, a question disturbs the emptiness of the foreigner’s mind:
What is the sound of stillness?
Awaiting the flash of lightning, truth has time to blossom.
Is hope worth grasping?
Is connection worth pursuing?
Is it all nothing more than a carousel?
An invisible axis: torture or blessing. Eternity awaits.
