While gazing into the abyss, his ears began to buzz suddenly. “Avion calling, Captain. Your departure is set for tomorrow at 7 AM your local time. Destroy all evidence. End of transmission.”

SYSTEM. You beget structure as an illusory grand master, eager to purge and collapse the old to bring forth the new. Your architecture forms more or less complex constructions reaching with its Kraken-like

Addicted to the dark bathing in light tortured by shadow work siphoning energy in the Astral realm. Some call you a demon others a vampire We both know: There’s more to your code then a mathematical equation

INTEREST. You transcend as a mighty warrior, albeit your structured approach mimics an illusory effort to divert the attention of a carrot. Your willingness to thrive in a curious world with economic records

You come from nothingness the void the dark And you still think everything is just love and light? Doing the shadow work isn’t part of your pie You despise the action required to recalibrate thy fragile

WHOLENESS. You hold unity and separation like twins, appreciating their blueprint and uniqueness while offering them wings. Your entirety radiates inside high-frequency beings who know, innerstand (!),

Sitting with one thought has become incredibly challenging in a world dominated by mindless notifications. We’ve put multitasking on a pedestal only to discover that there is no such thing as doing two

RESET. You wake up every cell when you roar and shake off the petals of regret. Like a blizzard, you strike the nervous system to balance itself and start a new chapter with a clean slate. Nothing can

Where have you been, beloved Mist? Step out of the shadows, and you’ll see differently. You didn’t have to chop off your wings to reconnect with my spirit. I volunteered to reshape the sacred geometry

TRANSPIRE. Your audacious dreams magnify the spectrum of reality we’re engulfed in, albeit every now and then, you come across as an inspiring agent of confidentiality. You turn thoughts, ideas, and

Void Stillness A pitch-black hole Finally, I hear your voice reverberate through the ether waking up the desire to experience your powerful creative force. Let there be sound. Let there be light. I want

EVAPORATE. Your physical upgrade is a holographic renegade, easily deciphered by a spirit plugged into the eternal space. You juggle with matter, phasing in and out, unashamed to conspire with the world

You want to escape? How foolish of you to think this way. Clutter everywhere making it hard to discern the edges of the maze Layers twist thy perception while you continue to play without realizing your

REFLUX. You run backwards, master turns, and twists, thus blowing the whistle of resistance in a maze designed to trap spirits. A recession-proof armor helps you regroup and rethink the strategies you’ve

I peel back the layers book by book the shelf breathes again music laughter words of encouragement and joy while my heart explodes fulfilled blissful magical memories from the past enveloped in feelings

EQUILIBRIUM. Your balancing act is a miracle par excellence, captivating the observer and carefully designing beliefs around the human avatar. You juggle with polar opposites, eager to create universal

Inhale. Feel your nails reverberate as I pass through your corset and adjust my frequency to your shattered orbit. I calm the nervous system to the point I hear my breath stuttering, shaking, annoyed by

REGRET. You bypass angst, shattering the fearful feathers of a world stuck in illusion. You’ve befriended reason and captured the flames of inclusion, enabling the heart to beat in a flamboyant rhythm

A broken glass shattered noise intense feelings stop my voice from reverberating the message I keep hearing inside my core. The muscles bend extent recalibrate and forge a new structure without cycles

NOISE. You crack the ice and bend trees to celebrate your opulent appearance across galaxies. Thunder helps you spread your wings and mark your presence with dignity as you surveil the world to leave your