Lifting sun, angry clouds across the noon sky, life unknown. Dry yellow fields contrast with the sharp blue sky; a shining white house sits amongst the rolling grass. The significance of actions become mingled, all recreated into the simplicity of the most meaningful existence -at its purest form. Aside from all that really exists, there is an undefinable shape to the crash colours, a caress removing all conscient thought from reality.
Bred into the most basic level of our conscience, they are unknown, unrecognizable. Sadly, to encouter them is a matter of luck. Timeless, they remain mysterious in their nature to claiming souls and praying hands; congruous to life, exaltation begets the attached.
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