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Waiting for Azrael

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  Waiting for Azrael The air in the room doesn't move; it simply presses She has long since stopped looking at the clock, realising that time here isn't a sequence, but a weight. The waiting room has fractured, the mundane reality of plastic chairs and linoleum tiling splintering into a jagged, stained-glass fever dream . High-pitched frequencies of burning red and sickly yellow vibrate against the walls, echoing the frantic noise of a mind that has run out of distractions. She pulls her legs inward and forms a tight knot, dressed in indigo and bruised purple. She tries to find a purpose in her world that refuses to stand still. Every sharp edge of colour feels like a spiritual siege , a sensory reminder that her momentum has been forcibly halted. There is no use in pacing. There is no use in resisting the authoritative hand of the "in-between." To survive this stall, she must stop fighting the current and become part of the stagnant water. She buries her face, lets t...

All Dreams


All dreams begin as this
To form the vision
To have the passion
To enter with courage

Then the enabling
What is sky and what is earth
Who is hunted
Who controls

Sleep close to your followers
Simulate their world through your imagination
Listen, embark and transform
Disregard those who will not be influenced

Vision, What, Who, Simulate, Transform








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