A calm, peaceful state of mind, and fragments of an unmoving heart.

White slippers lined up on the rooftop, distorted flesh sculptures falling from the sky.

~ I am the boundary line... the boundary between white and white.


This uncertain world is a mirage of midsummer, even you are a distant illusion.

Everything melts into iridescent colors and falls into the chaos.

I am a paradox, just one paradox...

And unable to become nothing, I wander in ignorance, a distorted work of flesh.