Dear Siren, I need to find the independent territory of my Soul 

to escape the single-truth empire.




Truth-claiming make-up

re-questioning rain



Fragment after fragment, 

the upcoming Truth is under construction.



Misleading concepts, 

not-yet-revealed Truth-laboratory



Once upon a time there lived some deeply believable Truth… 

Infinity loves hypnotic theories.



Truth-seeking labyrinth,

ever-changing forms of redemption



You'll never break the complete code of an artist. 

Your Soul moves as an abysmal conjunction.



Spice-drenched direction, 

exotic address


 

Dare to get lost in the Plutonian Labyrinth, 

change the Theory of Everything.



Transmuted symbol,

new version of Infinity