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The Ethereal Ascent

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  The Ethereal Ascent The air in the room is violently still, creating a heavy pressure. She has long stopped looking at the clock, realising that time here is not a sequence but a weight. The waiting room has fractured; the mundane reality of plastic chairs and linoleum flooring splinters into a jagged, stained-glass fever dream. High-pitched frequencies of burning red and sickly blues vibrate as if hardened walls, echoing the frantic noise of a mind that has run out of distractions. 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 looks out, as if just awakened, and does the only thing left to recollect. She breathes. She waits. She waits for the shards to align once more. Be Creative and Innovative wit...

Ned Kelly State Dome


Lyre Bird

Darth and Prowl


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State Dome



Ned Kelly State Dome

Venerated and preserved
In the house of the proper 
Maintaining academic distance
Sanitized discordance 

New Gods 
Man Gods 
Ancient Gods
Non-conformist solutions to address new problems

Confined by experience
Confirmed by previous learning

Our habits 
Our routine
Our prison










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