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Black Sabbath - Planet Caravan

The universe's canvas stretches out before us, the melancholy beauty of infinity echoing somewhere deep in my soul as I reach out for my lover's hand. Her fingers slowly intertwine with mine, and though no words pass between us, understanding does.

All the colours I can imagine float before my eyes; my vision in another realm, that of beings greater than ourselves, as the cool touch of her hand's skin against mine keeps my body, at least, on earth. Textures only before seen in psychedelic imaginings entice my senses with peculiar sensations as we drift further into the dreamlike skies.

The very world seems to be rippling softly, a lullaby for the senses in a plane where my very being seems to have been calmed, meandering without a semblance of care for anything but the intriguing, bizarrely beautiful sights through which we slowly sail.

The very night appears to have being, a sigh like that of a waning god echoing through me as if my very self is part of the infinite canvas surrounding us. It is as if the creator of all things is spread around me; meandering thoughts question if this reality is the mind from which all great mysteries hail. That thought soon drifts into the void, and with us, continues on its sublime odyssey through these hallucinogenic skies.