Fragments of matter oscillate on the earth's axis.
The encounter of desolate scenarios
does not feel any contact between incorporeal vibrations.
Peace explodes,
unexpected advent,
blinding lightning:
handfuls of men raise their gaze above.
The line of time
runs towards the inexorable destiny of the refined senses.
| pos | title |
|---|---|
| A1 | 003-001 A |
| B1 | 003-001 B |