Made of glass. A frozen reflection. A servant of image. A foreign. Uninvolved. Alive to the alives. Reflecting your soul. Colourless. Odourless. Amorphous. An Illusion of participation. A radiant shade. Conquer it now. Haunt it afterwards. You’re here to meet her. To live in this in a straight line before her. Find yourself in the universe. In her eyes. Live in a time lag. You’re lucky to taste the curse. To know your soul. Yourself.
