Cracking the Seal to the Lost Box of Pandora...

The consequential quiver in a spine. The fine line between love and hate. The procrastination of a dreamer. The reality set by broken hope.

Displaced space leaving time as a formulation of the mind. 
Chronus sits in his chair winding the clock of the universe.

Robed in the fabric of planets, crowned by moons. 

The cosmos becomes the magic that defines the soul.

So will you set yours free?

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