Age is a mistake of Time

The black timeless hole where eternity lives. The place where people want to end, surrounded by gods. There are on limits of architecture. The quintessenz of all colors is red. Lets take a rest on the way of becoming. At the moment it is stuck in the zyst. The way will offer a revelation.

The moon is the clock. The sun is time.

Soon the light is there. Soon time will make sense, soon it will collapse together and within the blossom of sigularity the grapes will ripen. Age is a mistake of time.

Come by! Plans? They are made by people who don't know any of this.

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