I sat cross legged below the sheer cliffs misted in lilac, and as I looked up, the clouds coated in thin fragile glass grew larger and larger. As the mist rose upon me, I saw that the lilacs had faded, all I could hear were the waves collapsing against the soaring cliffs of the promised land. 

I felt my chest growing light, as if somehow I knew the tranquility of the moment was fading.

...the mist spread itself further, in loops, all encompassing; 
my breathe leaves me, indistinguishable from its surroundings in all the quantum. 

I almost forgot to put my makeup on, “nevermind that now” I thought,
the gods rarely turned down offerings on the basis of appearance, much less on nights of the harvest. 

brrrrrpt! Fireflies were colliding in the dusk light, the buzz of cicadas grew louder and it was time for, for uuuuhm … 

Noise fades I sit down again hmmm the roots of the fire tree strangle me I blacked out. I found myself fading into the same darkness i called sleep, as the cicadas sang my requiem in hypnagogia, while the bugs buzzed around me. 

Thoughts flowing. All my life I thought I was living, but now, as I am falling deeper into this relentless state devoid of connection to my past self... I just realised - I am barely even existing.

 The thing i was scared of the most, turned out to be already me. 

Paralyzed, i asked myself... 

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Thoughts flowing. All my life I thought I was living,

I sat cross legged below the sheer cliffs misted in lilac, and as I looked up, the clouds coated in thin fragile glass grew larger and larger. As the mist rose upon me, I saw that the lilacs had faded, all I could hear were the waves collapsing against the soaring cliffs of the promised land.

I felt my chest growing light, as if somehow I knew the tranquility of the moment was fading.

...the mist spread itself further, in loops, all encompassing;
my breathe leaves me, indistinguishable from its surroundings in all the quantum.

I almost forgot to put my makeup on, “nevermind that now” I thought,
the gods rarely turned down offerings on the basis of appearance, much less on nights of the harvest.

brrrrrpt! Fireflies were colliding in the dusk light, the buzz of cicadas grew louder and it was time for, for uuuuhm …

Noise fades I sit down again hmmm the roots of the fire tree strangle me I blacked out. I found myself fading into the same darkness i called sleep, as the cicadas sang my requiem in hypnagogia, while the bugs buzzed around me.

Thoughts flowing. All my life I thought I was living, but now, as I am falling deeper into this relentless state devoid of connection to my past self... I just realised - I am barely even existing.

The thing i was scared of the most, turned out to be already me.

Paralyzed, i asked myself...

https://soundcloud.com/9nasu

Nasu ~ A  26 - 11

I sat cross legged below the sheer cliffs misted in lilac, and as I looked up, the clouds coated in thin fragile glass grew larger and larger. As the mist rose upon me, I saw that the lilacs had faded, all I could hear were the waves collapsing against the soaring cliffs of the promised land.

I felt my chest growing light, as if somehow I knew the tranquility of the moment was fading.

...the mist spread itself further, in loops, all encompassing;
my breathe leaves me, indistinguishable from its surroundings in all the quantum.

I almost forgot to put my makeup on, “nevermind that now” I thought,
the gods rarely turned down offerings on the basis of appearance, much less on nights of the harvest.

brrrrrpt! Fireflies were colliding in the dusk light, the buzz of cicadas grew louder and it was time for, for uuuuhm …

Noise fades I sit down again hmmm the roots of the fire tree strangle me I blacked out. I found myself fading into the same darkness i called sleep, as the cicadas sang my requiem in hypnagogia, while the bugs buzzed around me.

Thoughts flowing. All my life I thought I was living, but now, as I am falling deeper into this relentless state devoid of connection to my past self... I just realised - I am barely even existing.

The thing i was scared of the most, turned out to be already me.

Paralyzed, i asked myself...

https://soundcloud.com/minoyimn

bernard paling ~ Hat Factory

I sat cross legged below the sheer cliffs misted in lilac, and as I looked up, the clouds coated in thin fragile glass grew larger and larger. As the mist rose upon me, I saw that the lilacs had faded, all I could hear were the waves collapsing against the soaring cliffs of the promised land.

I felt my chest growing light, as if somehow I knew the tranquility of the moment was fading.

...the mist spread itself further, in loops, all encompassing;
my breathe leaves me, indistinguishable from its surroundings in all the quantum.

I almost forgot to put my makeup on, “nevermind that now” I thought,
the gods rarely turned down offerings on the basis of appearance, much less on nights of the harvest.

brrrrrpt! Fireflies were colliding in the dusk light, the buzz of cicadas grew louder and it was time for, for uuuuhm …

Noise fades I sit down again hmmm the roots of the fire tree strangle me I blacked out. I found myself fading into the same darkness i called sleep, as the cicadas sang my requiem in hypnagogia, while the bugs buzzed around me.

Thoughts flowing. All my life I thought I was living, but now, as I am falling deeper into this relentless state devoid of connection to my past self... I just realised - I am barely even existing.

The thing i was scared of the most, turned out to be already me.

Paralyzed, i asked myself...

https://soundcloud.com/fruiting-bodies

𝄞 ♫♪ ~ firefly

I sat cross legged below the sheer cliffs misted in lilac, and as I looked up, the clouds coated in thin fragile glass grew larger and larger. As the mist rose upon me, I saw that the lilacs had faded, all I could hear were the waves collapsing against the soaring cliffs of the promised land.

I felt my chest growing light, as if somehow I knew the tranquility of the moment was fading.

...the mist spread itself further, in loops, all encompassing;
my breathe leaves me, indistinguishable from its surroundings in all the quantum.

I almost forgot to put my makeup on, “nevermind that now” I thought,
the gods rarely turned down offerings on the basis of appearance, much less on nights of the harvest.

brrrrrpt! Fireflies were colliding in the dusk light, the buzz of cicadas grew louder and it was time for, for uuuuhm …

Noise fades I sit down again hmmm the roots of the fire tree strangle me I blacked out. I found myself fading into the same darkness i called sleep, as the cicadas sang my requiem in hypnagogia, while the bugs buzzed around me.

Thoughts flowing. All my life I thought I was living, but now, as I am falling deeper into this relentless state devoid of connection to my past self... I just realised - I am barely even existing.

The thing i was scared of the most, turned out to be already me.

Paralyzed, i asked myself...

https://soundcloud.com/sweetstarsdotnet

sweet stars ~ as the clouds coated in thin fragile glass grew larger

I sat cross legged below the sheer cliffs misted in lilac, and as I looked up, the clouds coated in thin fragile glass grew larger and larger. As the mist rose upon me, I saw that the lilacs had faded, all I could hear were the waves collapsing against the soaring cliffs of the promised land.

I felt my chest growing light, as if somehow I knew the tranquility of the moment was fading.

...the mist spread itself further, in loops, all encompassing;
my breathe leaves me, indistinguishable from its surroundings in all the quantum.

I almost forgot to put my makeup on, “nevermind that now” I thought,
the gods rarely turned down offerings on the basis of appearance, much less on nights of the harvest.

brrrrrpt! Fireflies were colliding in the dusk light, the buzz of cicadas grew louder and it was time for, for uuuuhm …

Noise fades I sit down again hmmm the roots of the fire tree strangle me I blacked out. I found myself fading into the same darkness i called sleep, as the cicadas sang my requiem in hypnagogia, while the bugs buzzed around me.

Thoughts flowing. All my life I thought I was living, but now, as I am falling deeper into this relentless state devoid of connection to my past self... I just realised - I am barely even existing.

The thing i was scared of the most, turned out to be already me.

Paralyzed, i asked myself...

https://soundcloud.com/mollywendolin

molly wendolin ~ cast

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    A story about a tree made of flesh

Once Wast There A White Rabbit... And Whence The Rabbit Came Cannst Beeth Said; But That Only He Appeared... And He, And He Alone, Existed, That, All Elsewhere, Nowhere. And The Rabbit Laythed Down Upon A Black Floor And Wept. Sad Wast He, For He Knew And Remembered Naught, But Only That Once He Possessed A Brother, And That Dearly He Missed Him... And Because All Around The Rabbit Was Only Blackness, Frightened Didst He Become Even More.

But Then Rabbit Arose, For Came In The Distance A Figure, Running To Him. Wast It A Giant Man, Who Couldst Beeth Seen From An Infinite Distance... Rabbit Grew Scared, And Questioned To Run Or Stay And Talk With The Man When He Wast To Come... Because Knew The Rabbit, That Wast Too Slow To Run, He Decided To Stay And Discourse With The Man...

Eventually, The Man Got Very Close To The Rabbit, Yet Ceased. Of Bright Red Weret His Eyes, Starring Onward Only Forward, And Without Ever Blinking. He Wast All Black, And Barley Couldst Beeth Seen...

Rabbit: “Who Art Thou, Figure?...”

Waited Didst Rabbit For The Man To Make Spake, Yet He Spake Naught, But Only Looked Down At The Rabbit, And Gave The Loudest Possible Voice, And Sounded In All Directions...

Man: “...I Am The BANE...”

Rabbit: “Willt Thou To Harm Me?...”

BANE: “...Nay...”

Rabbit: “Then What Doth Thou Desire?...”

BANE: “...Hath I Came To Devour Thee...”

And So Ran The Rabbit, Far And Fast From The BANE, Yet Wast He Too Large And Too Fast, And Eventually The Rabbit Wast Eaten By The BANE...

But Rabbit Died Not When This Occurred... Only, Wast He Swallowed Into The BANE’s Stomach. Unlike Outside However, Inside The Stomach, A Great Spectacle Of Light Shone All Around Rabbit. And Only Here, Didst Pure Gleam Everywhere...

Out Of The Whiteness, Came Another Figure, And Rabbit Became Again Frightened. This Figure, However, Wast Small, And Wast Indeed A White Rabbit Himself...

White Rabbit: “Rabbit Who Doth Layth Upon The Floor, Doth Thou Know Who Art I?...”

Rabbit: “Nay, I Know Not Thyself...”

White Rabbit: “Thou Verily Know Me, Rabbit...”

Rabbit: “Sorry Am I, Yet I Recall Ye Not...”

White Rabbit: “Then Hath Thou Forgotten...”

Rabbit: “I Hath Forgotten, Whyfore Hath I Forgotten? Why Must I Forget? Make Tell, O Strange Rabbit...”

White Rabbit: “Thou Forget, For The Same Reason Thou Must Ask Such Questions... It Art Something For Which I Can Explain Not, But Only Hath Ye Experience... Along A Great Distance Away, Doth Mine Father Sing To Me, Rabbit, Yet Only I Can Hear Him. Tell Doth He To Me, I Must Soon Leave... And Know I Rabbit Well, Thy Thoughts, And Thou Doth Think Thou Art Here Alone, And Ye Art Scared. Yet All Occurred Under Purpose, And Thou Rabbit, Art Not In Existence Lost...

Rabbit: “Saith Thou, There Art Thyne Father Here? Why Shall He Not Come Here To Speak With Us, But Only Thee?...”

White Rabbit: “It Shall Come, That In The Time It Taketh Thee To Find That Answer, Thou Willt Hath Wandered So Far In This Being’s Belly, That Thou Willt Hath Eventually Returned To His House, Simply By The Nature Of Infinite-Wandering...”

Rabbit: “Hath I Before Been There? Doth Know I, Thy Father?...”

White Rabbit: “Must Thou Now List Well Rabbit, As Hath I Little [Time] Before Make I The Figure To Return To Thee And Play With Thy Body. Soon, Shall Thou Again Be Devoured...”

Rabbit: “I Understand Not! Art Not We Already Devoured?... Why Must The Figure Again Come?...”

White Rabbit: “Indeed, Art We In The BANE’s Stomach, But Inside This Stomach Layeth Another BANE, Soon Shall He Approach... It Art I Who Sendeth Him...”

Rabbit: “Whyfore!?...”

White Rabbit: “It Art Because Thou Must Ask Questions That Doth I Send He... Yet Must Thou Know, O Rabbit, It Art I, Who Art Thy Lost Brother. It Wast I, Who In The Forest Fooled Thee, And Played With Thee Forever...”

And When The White Rabbit Told Rabbit Of This, He Remembered And Became Very Joyous, And Hugged His Brother...

White Rabbit: “Must Thou Understand, Mine Brother, That All Of This Is For Thee, And Out Of Love Doth I Bring The BANE Here, Yet Thou Shallt Understand Naught Yet Of This... Must Thou Be Devoured, And Then Shall Thou Seith, And All Thyne Questions Shall Answered Be... Forget Not Rabbit, What Saith I, Forget Not, That All Things Resolve, And All Things In All Endings Conclude With Love And Joy...”

Rabbit: “Joyous Art I Brother, Yet I Continue To Understand Naught. Recall I, Only Thee, And Naught Else...”

White Rabbit: “Still, Art We, Within The Forest We Once Played... Yet, Thou Cannst Seith It, Nor Recall... Art This The Forest We Once Played Within, Yet Into Another, And Not Quite Another, Form Art It In...Soon, Shall It All To Thee Be Known...”

And Rabbit Grew Sad Thence, For He Knew, That Soon Approached The BANE, And He Wouldst Nay Longer Seith His Brother...

Rabbit: “Art Thou Verily Leaving Then?...”

White Rabbit: “I Am Afraid Mine Friend, I Must... Trust, O Brother, That All Shall Resolve, And All Shall Eventually Become Happy... The Path Which Layeth Before Thee, Doth Indeed Seemeth Dark And Finite, And Into Oblivion; Yet Thou Must Know, It Art Not So Verily, But Only Seemeth... And Seemeth Doth It, Forth A Proper Cause... The Path Shall Seem Finite, And As Thou Walk Before It, Always Shall It Seem To Run From Thee, Never Without End... Yet, In The Same Way, So Shall The Path Behind Thee Fade, Though Thou Know It Wast There Verily, So It Is With The Path Ahead, And Always Doth It Stretch. Nay, This Is Not The End, Nor Is Anything. Eternity Willt It Be, Willt It Hath Passed, Before Again Thou And I Once More Meet, Brother. But Then, When Thou Hath Touched Infinity's End, Time Itself Methinketh, Willt Stop, And Forever And For Infinite Times Of Eternity, Shall We In Our Forest Play...”

And This Made The Rabbit Happy, And Hugged They...

And The White Rabbit Gave Unto Rabbit, A Gift... Twas It, A Gift From His Mother, And A Small Hare Wast It...

White Rabbit: “Shall This White Hare Guide Thee... Trust In None But It Alone... The BANE Doth Approach Now Rabbit, And Recall And Forget Not What Hath I Said: All Which Thou Shallt Seith Willt Not Verily Happen; Yet That Shall Not Mean It Is Not Real... Trust Thy Hare If Need Thou Guidance... Forthcoming Doth He Come, And Fare Thee, I Well...”

Then, As The White Brother Faded, The Great Second BANE Ate The Rabbit And His Hare, And Fell They, Into His Dark Stomach...


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