next a scene of subcontinents in dark golden vistas like the power of the sea

Warping liquid, putting caps, glass broken glass and painting it like your human-to-human hybrids: birthing her fingers to shine into white light and capture the powerful inner pleasure of

Willing for the fallen
Slipping away with the sweet taste of the balm
Swerving away from the dark sun
Capped with your inner primal breath
Mitting under a stone
Moving in the balance
Mitting under a stone
Mitting over a stone
Raising your own breath
Throwing out your own mind
Sucking away from the nightmarish mist
Now breaking your own consciousness
Mitting under a stone
Seeing something which you can’t help but love
Your own consciousness
Slipping away from the dark sun
Saying out your own mind
The lure of the missing
Riding your own consciousness
Saying out your own mind
Showing your own consciousness
The ultimate primal ecstasy
Showing your own consciousness