Dear Siren, the more I stay in your territory, the more I touch something
undefined. Something of the edge. The edge of my being.
You and Time,
Fragment after fragment,
your Soul moves as a conjunction.
hardcore combination
To become a great artist,
become a transcending work of art.
existential re-perfection
Do you have what it takes
to see the falling Angels in yourself?
Not-yet-reborn Gods,