God said to me go and creat strange things of these dreams
So I set out and said yes
I launched myself from the oblivion of sleep
Into the port of the dream world
There I land from the empty skies
The meaningless waves rising from behind
I land in the color mix it with the blankness
Unleash the creatures and spirits
Until the land is thick with the wrything mess
The noise is the shore rock being torn up
the deafening crashing
Until the commotion bring a new world upon you all
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