v i s i o n s o f t h e E v e n t H o r i z i o n

[oteage]

"I was somewhere once, a place far from everything else. A quiet unmatched by silence itself, a dark equal to the absence of the gods. I was there, in the visions, the flute of Pan abides with my heart, and my eyes fallow the presence who's adobe is here. It, like silk, like smoke, like nothing, stretches from the edges of the universe, calming and pulling me down. Here there is a heartbeat without a heart, sight without eyes, presence in absense, descending light from an ascended source. For an instant of every second I was there, for an instant of every second It was here. For an instant, we were one, before nothing."

regards,

P.s.: call this your work, and i will purge you.