As the night falls and the stars among us was summoned
Stars morphed to all kinds of wishes, and were fallen to the bottom of our co-collective sub-consciousness.
Where indwelled incredible abundance that was always one step away from us, they shines not only artificial but also superficial luminous glamour.
primitive desires kept manifesting, calling us, more is good and more is legit.
The cloaked Yaldaboath looked upon this society of materialism which It dominated for millenia.
the slow and struggling process for evolution of human’s consciousness reflects in It’s eyes, while it took our Lush as It’s supper, yet the most delicious ones are those ambiguous faiths as always.
All these happened in a small temple of Land-God, which sits in a place of nowhere.
Now, may ashes to ashes, dust to dust.