Bio? No non bio boyo. The lone wolf, Yen Druid of the Mesmerical Realm.
No not the last vassel lord of the rumbling mountains, or the roaming Romans with their statues and fountains
The lone Druid who floats on the breeze, through the whispering forests that knows not to freeze, as the lone wolf searches for the only one, the one who teaches the river to run, the route to envision but make no decision, the conversion of life, the only mission.

The senses say it's close, not a dejavu from an older dose.
But it has to be out there, It must be found, It follows the loop that's forever bound, the loop that doesn't exist in the circuitry of this droid, or any other being from out there in the void.
But as the ember comes to exist, into a dimension that it can never resist, it bends it's entirety into reverse, until it's brain computes the next verse.
But for the Ying and the Yang to stay balanced out, the tempral flux must give it some clout, to become infused into the same binary eliment and create an existance that must be prevalent, to hold together the beat with the rift, so it can drift, without lift, without doubt, but with belief that the leaf may turnover before the star that goes supernova or becomes a wondering rover, caught by the gravity, of a dimension led by depravity. 
So we track each ember that forever glows and continue the search that forever flows
We sink into the zone, as i think you'll find, this algorithms made to reprogram your mind.




Reece Searcher