“Music may be abstract, just like technology, magic, or nature. Sometimes, it’s hard to find a logic even in patterns of our abstractly created universe.
Bio-luminescence of fireflies and stellar moths will light through our eyes, melting meadows and skyscrapers in acid-like bliss. Winds will change and the Crimson dawn is just about to appear to embrace the wildlife of our karmic shells.
Birds are singing chants, summoning Mother to re-invoke our primal dreams, like echoing drums from the deep, alien slumber, mankind’s eternal sleep… Moon is just a picture, oscillating sound, materialized circle of our astral archetypes.
It was written that were many ways to make portals. We believed, as we do believe… And we have seen fractals of mana butterflies creating mountains of love and light, an island in ocean of thresholds on starlight skies, radiating color out of space to shape the dreams of mankind.
It has begone. The floods came, and the astral wave has brought an instant change.”