From horizon to reality, my imagination weaves through ends and subtleties, through apprehensions. Entangled between questions of religion, I seek the sacred world of thoughts—my possession, my castle of spirits, where virtue and vice intertwine. Shadows, invisible yet ever-present, touch their reflections while moments of melancholy slip into oblivion.
I breathe life into words once thought dead, resurrecting forgotten recollections. Agony, nothingness, pain, and illusions bind me in their clutches, while sadness seduces me with its malignant pull. My spirit seeks freedom in silence, dreams, and anticipation.
I build within the fires of hell, searching for the peace of heaven, caught between mysticism and ethereal dogmas. In this virtual creation, I am lost and found between what is real and imagined.