when the night comes, your see the shape of things to come, all the images that rolled off the orbs into oblivion.
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un|real – revelation
a light not of the earth is gleaming here, the same glimmer from a conforting candle through all of these nights, i find myself between the front of two worlds.
un|real – elevation
among this odd creation of the human pride, which made something from nothing, i realize this journey is not the end but a new beginning.
un|real – regression
last visions of the light, our parallel worlds slowly collide, what is a real creation and what is a true illusion ?
un|real – extinction
as darkness falls through the bleak horizon, i now perceive this world as a void, this utopia belongs to me.
facing worlds
born through astonished eyes, between supposed brothers, new kingdoms rise.
the shadow theory
we yearn for the unknown and the unexplained, still searching for something in the deep space, but we remain blind when the signs show up.
vertical horizon – architecture of loss
in the blink of an eye new monoliths of nothing appear, empty bodies without souls & feeling, gleaming on day becoming ghosts when nighttime’s coming.
vertical horizon – dreary metamorphosis
when light will dawn and sun will fade, darker than the darkest night, shadows outshine the lost bodies.
vertical horizon – prison glass
seeing the whole world in transparency, being grabbed by invisible forces, we can’t escape it.
vertical horizon – dystopian dream
suspended amidst the chaos, high-rise as streetlight, guiding greedy minds toward profit.
new millennium
all of a sudden new monoliths appear, rising up from nowhere, transmuting the horizon of sand to concrete and glass.
spinning vertigo
in the shape of buildings, the sun collapse into the nether, nothingness becomes the shadow.
