STRANGE JAUNT THAT WANTS TO
BIND YOUR SHOULDER BLADES.
ARE YOU VOLUNTARY, TO GATHER
A ONEROUS DEVOTION?

“Mayhaps, there’s a sceptical heart as it watches this memorandum glide by as fast as blood flows.” Bonjour, lost-human. Let me lead your prosecution on a quiet dimly lit path, filled alongside the buzzing of wild animals or dangers that could come at any period. But I promise─there shall be something that makes your laughter echo, your heart warm, and your speech temper. Some foresees have been cracked before, until martyrdom is evidently engraved in the monograph of kismet.

      HAILING FOR A NEW-SOUL,
   FOR THOSE WHOM CONSIDER.
     SEPTEMBER 13.

Not needing perfection, your restlessness soon fades. For we summon you gently, extending your wonders chiseled from the somberness: A deep-crimson, that dares you to utter your disinclination to sought exhilaration.