Bubbling in melancholy, a force therein blasts shades of optimism, a heart tied to past

predecessors, uncovering the mystery behind dead generation of red souls, searching for the meaning of her universe, archaic thorns on successive crowns,

multi faces in the world after, revealing the truth about her universe, however our hearts, darkened by

paintings from her past , making it less apparent to glance messages from the multi faced stars,

In temenos, shivering like a cub out there in the

snow, beautiful faces in deluge, a weak heart clothed with armor, an ineffable voice in Ataraxia, threading

towards a latibule, Bursting bubbles of dark shadows, vocal tears from bereaved souls, uncovering

verisimilitude from dead souls, whispering sounds from above, A wandering tired soul, craving for an unending rest.