Let Them Eat Distortion

My eyes wake in these black skies

When I find answers, I'm torned by signs

- Tesla.

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The chromatic view of the sky above Atiak was one of pure wonder for his own lucid mind. The occasional insect reminded him of the colorless reality and pushed his dream sequence further from him. Partially, he wanted to be in such a world invariably, as the one where reality resided seemed monotonous compared with the harsh design of his imagination. Or rather, amenable with everyday life. There was no fight, no retaliation. To Atiak; there was just nothing worth moving for right now and the azure skies were enough to let drowsiness progess on its course and slip into his conciousness. However - daylight was too clear and lucent to have any influence on sleep. Instead, he took it upon himself to cleanse his mind while clouds over head dragged away thoughtlessly.

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In your darkest days, when you feel lost. Fear the darkness. It binds you, and imprisons you. It saves you, and revives you when you leave. The darkness is your friend, it can do no wrong. But even friends can be deceptive.

In your brightest days, when you find your way. Ardor the light. It frees you, and liberates you. It asphyxiates you, and poisons you. Feeding you lies until you bleed them from your own mouth. But even liars can be truthful.