Sun rays pass through a red crystal barrier,
creating the stratosphere of mystical glamour.
Silvery barren grass introduces the soil to the carrier,
where carnations perfume searches for a new companion.

No visitor has ever left the canyon,
for this place is occupied by a dark therion.
As the blue moon is aglow with primeval power
blossoms of purple give birth to the grinning flowers.

A fading light draws nuances of a dazzling snow,
when the flowers are eaten by the raucous crows.
This location surpasses the boundaries of the world,
like the outer space you can go back, but not forward.