The end? The beginning? The great drama, the great conflict. It is the culmination of our lives, it is the destination we have journeyed towards since birth, and we have no idea what it is.
Disaster, death, celebration. What drives us? what defines...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Tear-like crystal drops of blood extracted from this vital flood, recede past Babel, then past Nod, past galaxies devoid of god.
They glistened in our skies by night surrounded in their desperate fight by female figures carved in light.
Endless eons, pillaged, burned. Countless gravestones overturned. Odors rising heaven bound, return to earth and can't be found. Arias sung by dying slaves are echoed through their haunted caves.
