Dear Siren, deep down in silence, I scream into the abyss 

to hear my echo bouncing back from the primordial territory of my Soul.



New meaning under construction, 

existential re-perfection 



Fragment and fragment, discover the territory of your Soul 

as a yet undiscovered paradigm.



Melting stained glass, 

re-emerging stars 



It takes an abysmal Soul 

to see falling Angels in yourself.



Not-yet-expanded definition of freedom, 

not-yet-liberated your own myth



Infinity will always have infinite theories  

and infinite versions of explanations. Just give it some time.



Masterpiece-obsessed Gods, 

re-perfected concepts of Chaos



Do you have what it takes 

to discover multi-truth existence? 



Fragmented consumption, 

multi-truth redemption



At every moment, at every fragment 

the upcoming Truth is under construction.



Plutonian Labyrinth, 

ever-transforming wine



Re-question your truths, 

re-deepen your wine



Universal dream, 

best-selling Truth lipstick



Truth is a sport, 

and the winner takes it all.



Re-designed Truth, 

new version of a revolving door



Escape the Universal dream 

and its global single-truth supplier.



Consumer-friendly exhibition, 

re-barcoded evolution



Re-dream your fairytale, 

re-design your shoes. 



Plutonian Labyrinth, 

black market of Truth-designers



Only brave creators dare to exist 

as wild Truth-design.



Truth-seeking artist, 

re-questioning rain



Enjoy the wine, don’t spill the night,  

and travel the territory of your own myth.



Independent territory, 

re-masterpieced version of Paradise