Plagued. The dragon of inter-dimensional travel speaks in omnipresent dialogues. Trees are glowing. Bleeding colours. This blood’s not liquid. This blood is light. I think I am losing my mind! I am contaminated to the point of being suffocated. Strangled by this damn archaea, I infect humanity. Chains pulling against a bolt. A bolt in a brick wall. A slitting sound and the chains pull slacker. Uncontrollable thoughts of sheer terror and beauty haunt my conscious mind. Celestial . Constellations. My serpentine eye. The water is a glowing spectrum of light. As a clockwork painting. Everyone is melting. Canvas on spindles. So colourful.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
