At home, the whole world was shining.

Our hopes, our longings, our love and…

We see how small we are in front of space.

We find peace in the chase of oblivion.

Outdated by the slowing rhythm,

Revealed behind our escapes.

New opportunity for a new dawn.


The re-birth of the sun.

Another day in golden cages.

How many birds will fly away from a? turbulent existence,

To your youth, to your memories.

How many will turn into new creatures?

Defined by space and time,
Defined by ability and burden.

Another day from many in the unanswered question.

Another day of creation.

Another day.


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