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No. 602

We are allowed to see only as much as our soul's breath will sigh.

No. 52

Qué tristeza es el amar. Qué belleza es el odiar. Cuánto duele el entender y cuánto agrada el no saber. ¿Qué importa de qué altura caímos...

No. 598

Oppositions do not exist, for they are merely refractions of interlaced spectrums, reverberating the echoes of our silent frequencies. We...

No. 596

O, Humanity sealed its fate the moment of its creation. O, what death not say but what death not know? It is true, life you fool, what...

No. 66

We are the structures, bellowing the blows of an ever eroding wind. A blast of photons etching into space and time the outline of us,...

No. 60

What is this force that bridges the gap between my future and my past? Is it death or is it life? Is it darkness or is it light?

No. 594

Pro Pha See Prophasee Prophecy Why are you cold? Why are you hungry? Fovea, were you not born upside down into an inverted sphere, and...

No. 200 | Americana; Oculta

Sophia, phemale magician; You have triumphed yet again over those falling stars... They have plunged into a see of red, from sea to...

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