1. Key to the rainbow gate:
Wanderer, poor soul of bitter quest. Behold the light of wandering colors, the joy of light loneliness. Open the gate to floating castles that wander across rivers of shallow unity.
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2. A floral kiss on blue lips:
A kiss is what divides hearts, and a kiss is what unites. You who wander and seek, lie down in the bed of dreams and sleep with the heavens. Cold is what leads you here, and a kiss will be what guides.
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3. Weeping in the emerald rain:
Man has to cry, he who doesn't cry doesn't feel. The blade cuts deeper than bone and flesh. What suffers is the heart. This wound won't stop bleeding, this wound is searching. An imprisoned memory, a wail towards freedom. Cry with the emerald gods, they cry with you...
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4. Under a porcelain moon:
We strengthen in mind and body. We steer with the blind ferryman on rivers of eyeless waves in the direction of uncertainty. As strong as we may be at the moment, tomorrow death can take our breath away as it has done so many times before. Strengthen the body and spirit and sing your song to the fragile moon. Fragile like you...
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5. A romantic misery:
Remember your first love... The innocence and longing for childlike unity. The longing for togetherness and escape. The scent of quiet summer and buzzing winter. The first and unfulfilled, the one born from your freedom-seeking heart. Realize the present...
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6. Dragon's slumber:
In sleep we searching for what is far away from us. Or is it so close and not grasping for us? Are we lying on the hoard of our dreams, not recognizing them or are we flying behind the heavens in search of what is attainable? What we see when we sleep is our longing, but when we wake up...
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7. The lavender chevalier:
Marching towards the sunset. In the direction of our dreams and longings. Where the flowers bloom forever and tell us of the shining armor of our kind. We believe, dream and see ourselves according to ideals and ideas. In the end the lavender withers and the iron rusts. From the towers of time we pursue...
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8. Fever dream of the glass forest:
Fear and blind happening, trembling awake from terrible fragility. The moment we were in we didn't last forever.
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9. Of sorrow and love:
Where sorrow lurks, love lives. Where loneliness reigns, the desire for togetherness rebels. Without pain, longing cannot cry. Without togetherness, loneliness has no purpose. We are alone and together, with you.
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10. Leaving the dusk behind:
The night falls and the path continues into the desires and longings of tumbling spirits. Even sharing camp in each other's warmth exalts true loneliness. The dream and death sing the song of loneliness, alone with you.
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11. Rose shaped stars:
Blooming light illuminates the dungeon of what we call the heart. There, where the deepest darkness reigns, there is always room for the sparks of fire. Revealing what we would so much like to hide. We don't have to share, only with ourselves.
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12. Unveiled behind the dawn:
Dawn breaks and quietly it wakes us from this dungeon we never wanted to break out. To be trapped and within us. Fleeing and wandering through worlds that flee confused towards finitude. But in the end we awaken and wander a world, watching it and creating life, joy and purpose in it. And at the end of the cycle we long for the finite colors that reign within us. The dungeon that is only ours, the dungeons of others.