The wheel of time and space still runs smoothly
Fragmented under the calm water
Everything will follow the specified direction
The hand at thirteen o'clock will slide towards ten
Fiery red birds flutter towards the shining sun in the night
The lonely frosty moon grave is filled with flowers
The predator that haunts the midnight preys on the darkness
Enjoy the intermission feast
Bird catches false prey
The black sun has burned out
The lost pope wanders in the phantom of nothingness
White flowers become the only salvation