The existences, we are depending on but not conscious of. I hope you may be the cups that are for dipping charmful time. I seek for the dean in the underground world, for the desire of rebirth. I seek for the providence or the illusion of providence that will give me the hope to live. That'll be ended sooner or later.
All monsters are our reflections.
And say at least. Every thing is good. Being fallen and lying in the field of the diffusion or the cohesion, I applied myself to the darkness that closed the sky. I may be eroded by the silent mist that falls onto my consciousness. The field of time and space that is formed by the duet of spirals.