Gerard Alís Raurich

Into the void all spins. A heavy envelope shakes you in a hard sea. The veil you cannot see through the dark seduces you, which you can only encompass letting you fall into the abyss. Freedom forces you to confront yourself, against your husk while you lie naked.

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Come. Flow.

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Breathe between the land, and drown into the air. Get wet between the flames and burn into the ice.

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The Alchemy of the Spirit has begun.

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