Black clouds crush the horizon.
Crows scatter in chaos.
A thunderstorm is brewing.
Betrayal, trampling, crawling on one's knees.
But what is it, really, that flows through the arteries?
Silence under pressure does not mean agreement.
In the midst of wordlessness,
the sky screen suddenly splits open.
A brief light of day spills down.
Pure white is stained with a steady flow of red.
Thunderclaps resound one after another.
That is the heart leaping with joy.
As authority collapses,
people cry out from every quarter:
value, dignity, humanity.
The beast wearing the mask of a god
no longer hides its fangs.
Arteries shatter beneath the torrents of rain.
The great rain
washes away every humiliation,
becoming the arteries of midsummer.
"This will probably be a collection of short pieces, all kinds of chaotic little stories that suddenly come to mind. They may not be romances, and some may be rather avant-garde. The central theme is noble spirit. Updates whenever inspiration strikes."
Theme: The meaning of humanity endures forever.
