Dreams of starlight and rainbows

Clouds that we can touch

No concrete, no rush – hustle and bustle is illegal here


Outside of the lucid Jack in the Box, outside of the little box of horrors.


Cyber chains around the neck cease to exist.


Finding ourselves amongst the bushes and shrubs that slowly transforms into our own forest desert.

Multicolour skylines

Radiant physical movements that shine

Fields and fields of walkable oceans


But even fairytales have nightmares

Even if they’re beautiful and pretty in pink


Lucifer shines the most

The most beautiful and exalted

With a voice of a thousand harmonies

And a laugh like an elegantly plucked harp


Evil can be beautiful.

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