when vision forms genuine, pointed fingers become magick wands. knots within backs & stiff joints show up to be new levels that advise you to stretch out to new growth. - trap music became sacred space. like sounds of potential world endings, like thunderstorms speak in ancient language, how far have we strayed? how much farther might we go? - in this age, platforms with distraction as incentive aid in focus & ascension, how is that for a plot twist? the tables turned; now the mesh at the neck of the sun one is melting just like ice in frozen habitat. - as we evolve in specie, the dark is rising.