Through the well of dementia, a burden of amber emerges from disequilibrium. I dive into a dark ocean made of misery and misplaced spirits. In front of me, a great fortress, access to the obscene creation of the white pantheon of flames. An embrace in the meander of chromatic aberration. A thebal illusion of the lantern. Glare breaks down the infallible rout of temporality, The heat of the telluric desert takes me to lands of terror, my receptacle of life is mired in the land of the fallen. I observe the mirror cave, a silk shred glows in the smoke. By a psychic medium, the demonic avatar takes the word of a prophet and a dreadful madman. The illuminated piece, culminating in the stellar disorder of formation, takes the form of an unbearable ordeal. He shouts, he begs me to sign the pact in this lost dimension. He moves as fast as my broken eyes, I cannot follow him. He whispers terrifying things to me. With his black claws, he comes closer and closer. A word...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
