Dear Siren, how to translate my Soul 

into something extraordinary?

Unexpected work of art

expanded version of freedom

Some Souls will sing a song 

once being a daring blood type.

You after Time, 

maybe a breakthrough conjunction

Infinity loves enlightening Moments 

but not the theory of Time.

New fragments of existence, 

melting art scene

Great creators search for more daring concepts of themselves. 

Great creators always change the Theory of Everything.

Plutonian Labyrinth, 

ever-expanding concepts of you

Individuality is an art to be one-of-a-kind.

Individuality is independence in blossom.

Falling Angel

divine art of distinction

Your Soul is a territory.

Every Soul is a unique territory.

Not-yet-emerged concepts, 

not-yet-existing universe

Do you have what it takes to discover your Soul 

as an independent land?

More liberated territory, 

more daring theory

Who are you? 

You are an abysmal address.

Falling Angel,

existential re-perfection

Do you have what it takes to turn your veins 

into the Dragon blood?

Re-enchanted Gods, 

re-veined wings

Only on the primordial territory of your Soul all the my masks will fall 

and become a part of an ever-expanding exhibition of who you are.

Ever-transforming exhibition, 

different versions of Truths

To find who you are is to find a hypnotic version of yourself 

reflecting into Infinity.

Abysmal concept of your Soul, 

perfume of fallen wings

There is no absolute perfection 

only continuous re-perfection. 

Ever-evolving definition of Infinity, 

at the edge of the Theory of Everything

A Soul is valued by uniqueness 

yet measured by depth.

Banned Alchemy,  

new concept of gold

Re-emerge into your existence through new unique concepts 

to find yourself. Fragment after fragment.

Fragmented expedition, 

transcendent directions

Fragment and fragment, turn your Soul 

into an art of its own kind.

Not-yet-emerged concepts of existence, 

not-yet-discovered genesis

Do you have what it takes

to discover the abysmal soundtrack under your skin?

Not-yet-exorcised blood, 

spiritual avant-garde

Infinity loves re-perfected versions of itself; 

ever-evolving, ever-transforming, ever-abysmal… 

No perfection, 

only re-perfection