The wind is whispering his story into my ear. Mussels isolate my sense Save me from what is happening here
Defense as a mechanism Revenge as a consequence for misanthropic feelings within myself
They seem like bodies of Lost souls. A world, unrestrained structures.
Why do they exist? Why are they there? Where is the error located?
Ravens, they walk with me through landscapes of false identity. They guide me towards a new path so far away from meaninglessness. But where am I heading?