Existence is so fragile Just one thread pull unweaves The entire universe away
Drowning in this intoxicating matter When I breathe I start to get dizzy A rush of blood pumping inside This makes it real This is what makes sense This is a fantasy alive What reality is merely based upon
there's secrets, hidden beneath the corduroy a world of wonder where admission varies guest to guest, it's a game of guess at whether you're let in or you're like the rest, corduroy's the fashion though for sure they'll be others that hold you high up just to push you down
Walls carved into stone. The godly shapes repulsing stars further from sky.
Rocks with fantastic shapes, objects of legends. They are frequently named after people or objects of which they remind. The rocks vary in color from primarily red to yellow; some of the rocks reach up to 200 m in height.