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Thoughts carry a weight in this silent wave. Looking for speaking methods, but be the nervous vessel that distance experience. Hidden creature comfort in isolation, creation.

A medical condition in which the few deal with such discrimination and discomfort in such realm. Looking for answers while some societies accept, as others do not. Humans in voyages, looking for rest and ease.

Uprooting creature voyage further toward the claim of loud waters emerging. Profound wind amuse these senses accordingly. Beautiful witness proclaim happiness in these walking branches.

To be taken away, for with sickness unveil a composed struggle within this life. Lad take creature into the hills of forest brew in hopes of a better life. A last glimpse of her, then, nothing.

Dead lady in the arms of lad within cemetery walks of life. Tears greatly emerge to distort the valley of mirrors. Walking, crying, there be a day to repeat itself while sorrow slowly consumes him.

Darkness filled with suicidal motions, a death of a little girl, tears in poverty, and madness further. What shivers await? Alien life forms compose a last symphony.

In with disease, a focus in depression, a fear in death, departure along with tundra moon follows. Unveil whisper to engage these thoughts down the darkness. A vessel alone, not kin to wish a farewell nor goodbye. He died alone.

Voyager nude before the fallen bloom of this ageless water. Seeming to observe from distance, but materialize dance deeper into these woods. A smile in concerning rhythmic tones, deeper, a cradle into silent night. What further amuse these thoughts rapid?

Consume these branches swollen by humanity fractured in dim lights, though feature promise in deeper efforts of kindness, blood cover our parts closer. Thoughts wonder red fever beneath bones of oceanic memory, to voyage away and try to understand this method. Extinction loom over these motions, while further be the faint reminder of our fate.

Beneath the wonderful realms of expression compose a vibrancy in relaxed waves into the dreams of limbs that enchant the viewers. Ability to portray kingdom of soothing pleasantness, yet a loud inspirational spirit that seems to flow within us all. By these imprints on eyes to the mind, what does one see here?

She dances, sings, sways toward the movement of the wind silent in efforts of reaching for the clouds. Hues of wonderful branches arise from the earth to present a walking portray of lively whispers. Amused at the sight of hands locked, a walk begins.

A dark image that reflects in witness that does not need to be said, understood beneath the horrid reflections for which various creatures through time, present, in future sorrows, harmed to nightmares or death, fractured eyes that seep lands familiar, but rarely be spoken. An image of harsh reality.