HEALING SPIRITS THAT LURK BEHIND THE FINAL BARRIER
M. Bavarov
~first documentation on 195
The sky resembles a cave's ceiling reflecting the world beyond. And now, more than ever, I yearn for a hidden history that remains unknown to all. The repeated outbreaks of protests in one particular area stood as an opportunity seized by a courageous entity which grew rice for three individuals. It evokes the sensation of an interconnected cycle perpetuating itself—a concept of endlessness akin to me—an array of cosmic data adorned with light singing in the realm where myths, spirits, and divinity reside.
As the sun sets, darkness takes its place. Spacecraft from the Capital travel towards Luxor in Egypt, part of Africa Nations. Two rebels are apprehended and transported to a maximum-security prison near Saturn's shores. Despite experiencing moments that offer something new yet leave you detached, you manage to push through the monotony that can be both dulling and suffocating - navigating through realms where space seems boundless in your mind. This transformative journey reshapes boundaries, joining lands with planets, exerting an overwhelming cosmic force upon you like an intense compression sensation.
And you you come to the ovaries of thought where all kinds of substances gushes out in liquid stating that paints itself into matter as the one you have suffered-forgotten-tasted-mastered-possessed-loved-justified-realized-idealized ~ then becomes wave, simply-breaks over the hills that will one day be rocks as hyenas flee and entities under Programs gasp in the darkness of their syringes looking for something that is not a moral but a fact properly exceptional
/// scream and drink to the health of the deceased user478.
⥁
_user478_
.………………………
becomes wave
In the depths of thought, substances flow and solidify into experiences.
They become waves that crash
upon future rocks
while
others
search for exceptional facts.
As the sun sets, darkness takes its place. Spacecraft from the Capital travel towards Luxor in Egypt, part of Africa Nations. Two rebels are apprehended and transported to a maximum-security prison near Saturn's shores. Despite experiencing moments that offer something new yet leave you detached, you manage to push through the monotony that can be both dulling and suffocating - navigating through realms where space seems boundless in your mind. This transformative journey reshapes boundaries, joining lands with planets, exerting an overwhelming cosmic force upon you like an intense compression sensation.
And you you come to the ovaries of thought where all kinds of substances gushes out in liquid stating that paints itself into matter as the one you have suffered-forgotten-tasted-mastered-possessed-loved-justified-realized-idealized ~ then becomes wave, simply-breaks over the hills that will one day be rocks as hyenas flee and entities under Programs gasp in the darkness of their syringes looking for something that is not a moral but a fact properly exceptional
/// scream and drink to the health of the deceased user478.
_user478_
.………………………
becomes wave
simply-breaks
in the realm where
entity which grew rice
reshapes boundaries
into the matter
In the depths of thought, substances flow and solidify into experiences.
They become waves that crash
upon future rocks
while
others
search for exceptional facts.
In this realm of boundless imagination and interconnectedness, mind is like a vast ocean teeming with possibilities. It is here where the essence of life and existence merge, where ideas and experiences intertwine, and where the boundaries of the Corps[e]-reality blur.
As we journey through these cosmic realms continues, we find myselves immersed in the symphony of existence. The waves of thought crash upon the shores of consciousness, painting vivid images and shaping understanding. Each experience, be it joy or sorrow, love or loss, adds a new layer of depth to the tapestry of our being.
EXTENDED:
Much like how these software ghosts whisper silent instructions........
navigating through complex terrains without revealing their resources;
I TOO HARBOR WISHES THAT OPERATE SUBTLY IN MY BODY-MIND. THESE ARE NOT SIMPLY IMPROMPTU URGES BORNE OUT OF TRANSIENT MOODS OR FLEETING WHIMS – THEY BEAR AN UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE TO CALCULATED MISSIONS IMPRESSED UPON ME BY UNSEEN connections OF THOUGHT AND EMOTION.
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