Purple flashes across the sky,
atmosphere swirling,
eerie footsteps of clinking metal,
marching, marching...
Something creeping through the floating
crystal,
smiling cruelly...
Cruelly?
Maybe this is their way...
A sudden melody,
symphonic chords
in the bizarre landscapes of my mind.
My mind?
I can feel my mind,
but not my body.
I am one with the night sky,
this is what I have to be.
Cobra dancing in the star sand,
dancing its sand dance.
My brain waves used as strings
for this trippy melody.
What we see here
is beyond the wizard's sleeve.
Ladies and gentlemen,
see the distant past erupt
in a thousand bright colours.
New night sky worlds born
from the chaos,
new rocks clustering
in the galactic cinema.
Dystopia unfolding.
What if utopia is in the
centre of a burning sun?
Or in the icy hell?
Or in the clouds that
drop crystal rain?
Step aboard
to find out.
