Outer Fields

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Illusion

Prism

Hidden Karma

A Broken Compass in a Snow Storm

I'm the queen in snow-white 
Want to be the best world wide
Think of new strategy every night 
I'm the sister in Cinderella 
For the crown I don't have fear
I give my blood and tear
Because I must be the winner

Do you know The girls' life ends at twenty three
You must sell yourself like a Christmas tree
But no one wants a wife who's only pretty
At least you need an ivy league degree

Piano, chess, ballet, French, calligraphy  
Work 20 hours you still have 4 to sleep 
Remember to calculate your calories 
50 kilo is the number you can't exceed 

Good, better, best... It's still not perfect.
“Have you heard of the training for dating?”

Patriarchy made a demon like me
Maiden, milf, bunny girl, nothing I can't be
Capitalism made a demon like me
I fueled for the rat race with infinite energy

A demon like me
Who makes you scream
A demon like me
Let you cry and bleed
A demon like me
Catches you in your dream
You can once escape
But you'll come back to me
A demon like me
Whom you always seek
A demon like me
In your heart so deep
A demon like me
Teach you to be free
Only in the pain
You know what is joy

Good, better, best... It's still not perfect.
“You need to practice the makeup, and make it look like you don’t use it. Cause you need to be seducing, but you can’t be so apparent.”

Patriarchy made a demon like me
Cook, nurse, professor, nothing I can't be
Capitalism made a demon like me
I'm a hybrid of beast and machinery

Demon Like Me

Rakoto

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you left some venison on my table
i couldn't throw it out
sat in front of it a hundred days
too rare for me to handle
all rotten smelling sense of death

maybe you did, but,
the memories of blood will never leave me
blood taken out of me, and you
and this

How dare you hold me here
How dare you

you left some venison on my table
i couldn't throw it out
i carried it with bare hands
i tremble and it falls
it lands on my feet
i cannot walk away

How dare you hold me here with those memories

Venison

The Dream of the Stone of Friendship

One night, in the dim, flickering candlelight of an old tavern, I found myself sitting across from a mysterious figure. He was a prophet-like man—long, tangled hair falling past his shoulders, a heavy necklace carved with unknown symbols resting on his chest. His eyes were pools of silence, old as the earth itself. The wooden table between us groaned under time’s weight, like it had held secrets too sacred for the world.

He leaned forward from the shadows and asked in a voice that felt both distant and near:
"What do you know about the Stone of Friendship?"

I had no answer. I had never heard of it before.

But silence was never empty—
It carried me into the next dream.

I saw a lone traveler, wrapped in faded robes, walking through the golden vastness of the Egyptian desert. The wind howled, ancient and dry. Yet he pressed on, guided by something greater than sight. In his mind burned an image—a deep blue stone: lapis lazuli, glowing like truth itself.

Ahead stood the Sphinx, half-buried in sand, watching eternally.

But it was not just a monument.
The man knew, somehow—something lies beneath.

Not treasure in the usual sense, but a chamber, forgotten by time, veiled in symbols, humming with energy. The heart of ancient memory. The place where the Stone of Friendship may rest, or perhaps awaken.

Behind the traveler, fading in the dunes, was a deceitful figure. A man of tricks and shadows, left behind without confrontation—because the path forward demanded no weight from the past.

The traveler approached the Sphinx not with greed, but with reverence. He was not seeking power. He was seeking connection. A key. A sign.

And that’s when I understood:
The Stone of Friendship was never just a stone.
It was a calling. A spiritual test. A link between truth, loyalty, and something buried deep—not just in the sand, but in us

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Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the shafts thereof are shafts of fire; it is a exceeding vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it. If a man would give the wealth of his house for love, he would be scorned.

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A Broken Compass in a Snow Storm

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