Forgive the gaps in transmissions. My radio antenna has been malfunctioning. T-Minus one week and counting for liftoff to the Europa nebula. Strange moons have been sighted on the horizon, and careful steps have been taken to avoid purpling the spirit kingdom. The sun has awoken from its slumber, and the snow has gone into hiding. In searching out the way forward, some hurdles remain. The suits request another move, despite contradicting what they claimed to be a certainty merely a month ago. How much do you trust the mosquitos?
The handsome elder brother visits his comrade in preparation for the final step into adulthood, as he makes his own progression towards solidity. Time passes unevenly amongst the carriers of blood, and the sway of the pendulum fails to bring perception in line.
What do you seek from this existence? Comfort? Status? Influence?
Listen to this:
Atlas Sound - Parallax
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