The uncovering of my eyes
The proximation of arrival
Kromnia
The number 24 Nebula: Thy Khromna
I inhale the atmospheric gas
Adaptation synthesis (completed)
Such an odd coloured soil
Two moons illuminate the night
My past has become
Like a shadow
No way to avoid
What I’ve done
My shame intense, I feel horrible
The stars above
I stare hard and see my master
Please relinquish me omnipotence
Telekinetic wind presence
Tornado
My scent strong
(Her kin) have now arrived
Helplessness comes in waves
I’ve seen them coming all along… Collapse