Outro : The Wormhole

6 4 0
                                    

Original :

It's the riptide, the grain of a strong gale
One ridge of a rugged universe
Feet leave no prints and vision is without sight
And yet when most I wink then do mine eyes best see the unknown
As we commit our bodies we become absorbed
Multiple dimensions wait for us


There might be a world where day and night coexist
Beside an ornamental flower
A tree stretches out its hideous branch
The perfectly square mirror reveals a twisted scene
In that dream, I face a completely different me
Thy fair imperfect shade through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stayAnd when we wake at this tunnel's end
What vision awaits?


(Sources : google)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

Romanized / prononciation :

(same one)

It's the riptide, the grain of a strong gale
One ridge of a rugged universe
Feet leave no prints and vision is without sight
And yet when most I wink then do mine eyes best see the unknown
As we commit our bodies we become absorbed
Multiple dimensions wait for us


There might be a world where day and night coexist
Beside an ornamental flower
A tree stretches out its hideous branch
The perfectly square mirror reveals a twisted scene
In that dream, I face a completely different me
Thy fair imperfect shade through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stayAnd when we wake at this tunnel's end
What vision awaits?


(Sources : google)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

English / Anglais :

(again the same one)

It's the riptide, the grain of a strong gale
One ridge of a rugged universe
Feet leave no prints and vision is without sight
And yet when most I wink then do mine eyes best see the unknown
As we commit our bodies we become absorbed
Multiple dimensions wait for us


There might be a world where day and night coexist
Beside an ornamental flower
A tree stretches out its hideous branch
The perfectly square mirror reveals a twisted scene
In that dream, I face a completely different me
Thy fair imperfect shade through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stayAnd when we wake at this tunnel's end
What vision awaits?


(Sources : google)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

Français :

C'est la marée, le grain d'un fort coup de vent
Une crête d'un univers escarpé
Les pieds ne laissent pas d'empreintes et la vision est aveugle
Et pourtant, quand je cligne des yeux, ce sont eux qui voient le mieux l'inconnu.
En engageant nos corps, nous sommes absorbés
De multiples dimensions nous attendent

Il existe peut-être un monde où le jour et la nuit coexistent
À côté d'une fleur décorative
Un arbre étend sa branche hideuse
Le miroir parfaitement carré révèle une scène tordue
Dans ce rêve, je fais face à un moi complètement différent
Ton ombre imparfaite est restée dans un sommeil lourd les yeux aveugles.
Et lorsque nous nous réveillons au bout de ce tunnel
Quelle vision nous attend ?


(Sources : deepl.com, moi même)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

Chapter by Jake

𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ♡ˎˊ˗ 𝙴𝚗𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚗 ⁽⁺ᵗʳᵃᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳ⁾Où les histoires vivent. Découvrez maintenant