Sparks lit from the depths of Suns, resolution, empowerment given to grey areas of the subconscious resurrected in pure moonlit consciousness. Cold spring water and delicate light trespassing every shiver given. Sheer awakenings, floating crystal silk against a pale, yet blinding, blue aerial sky. Light orbs, aether, magic.
Thank you, Romansoff.
Favorite track: Infinite Dreams.