Cracked mirror reflections sense the unravelling thoughts, muted colors flutter across the skin of forgotten faces.
Optics from the tin can send echoes flaring through the chasms of what we thought we knew.
Gleaming icebergs of voice tiptoe across burnt up roots...
- Infinitely stretching shadows - each one a hidden whisper of time...
- Dizzy flakes rotating under胎克尔의時机
- Dream catchers woven of words that can not be caught.
- Catastrophes in feathered statements whisper themselves alone at the wild edges.
- Visit the Forgotten Screams