Bastion Sphere.
As the Spirit Walker Serves the wind, a wanderers final approach set against a red burnt sky. Blurring and passing meaningless through time, it dresses Earth's periphery. A wonderful illusion for it can never be reached. Eternally projected onto the inside of the outside of the bastion Sphere we ride. The Vision; An unparalleled metaphor for life, meaning, perception and the paradox of truth. An illusion the wandering figure out and then forget as they command an army of storms. They grow with each test; with each door. Unwise to call fiction because many have and many won't be. Here I leave my lullaby or hint as a favour or it takes a good heart to find. Like many he rode the Odyssey away from seventeen. I knew it exist like settling. Yesterday was spent pissed amongst the Elysium Fields. Following the Golden Hum. The pulse of which can be heard making no sound as it is passed around like energy or the architect of treason. It's a nothing tomb. But it is a tome. Oh what a wonderful sound. It always reminds me of one. Love The Very Gracious Creation Of ManKind.
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As the Spirit Walker Serves the wind, a wanderers final approach set against a red burnt sky. Blurring and passing meaningless through time, it dresses Earth's periphery. A wonderful illusion for it can never be reached. Eternally projected onto the inside of the outside of the bastion Sphere we ride. The Vision; An unparalleled metaphor for life, meaning, perception and the paradox of truth. An illusion the wandering figure out and then forget as they command an army of storms. They grow with each test; with each door. Unwise to call fiction because many have and many won't be. Here I leave my lullaby or hint as a favour or it takes a good heart to find. Like many he rode the Odyssey away from seventeen. I knew it exist like settling. Yesterday was spent pissed amongst the Elysium Fields. Following the Golden Hum. The pulse of which can be heard making no sound as it is passed around like energy or the architect of treason. It's a nothing tomb. But it is a tome. Oh what a wonderful sound. It always reminds me of one. Love The Very Gracious Creation Of ManKind.
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