Time seems to be playing tricks on me. But how can she? She isn’t real. She is a dream.

She is a pilgrim in the void. Pathless. More dissolved and featureless than a forgotten, golden idea.

And here I am. A man of the people. Trying relate to you her words.

Pilgrim. Raise the flag on the other shore. Ride the storm for us.

Or we shall be lost.

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Vocalist, lyricist, frontman of Septekh

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