Mountain. Heavy mountain. It changed over a long period of time.
The sky. Blue sky. Invisible objects. Visible objects.
The sun. There is only one.
Water. Something comfortable.
Flowers. There are many of the same ones. There are many unnecessary ones too.
The sky. Red, red sky.
The color red. I don't like red.
Flowing water. Blood. The smell of blood.
A girl who never bleeds.
A human created from red clay.
A human created by a man and woman.
Cities. Built by humans.
Dolls. Built by humans in a human image.
What is human? It's created by God.
Are we Gods dolls?
No. Humans are created by humans.
I have a life...a heart.
A casing for the heart.
The entry plug. It's the throne of the soul.
Who is this? It is me.
Who am I? What am I?
I am myself. This object is myself. It's a shape of myself. A visible self.
But I don't feel like myself.
It's very strange.
I feel like I'm going to dissolve.
I cannot recognize myself.
My figure is disappearing.
I feel someone else.
Is there anyone beyond here?
Who are you?