Echo in the Hall

Eidolon

space... drifting sleepily along some black current... there are so many colors... i have these images, these thoughts, these... feelings? of what? or who?

people... seasons...

seasons?

yes, seasons... back on earth. terra.

red for mars. for blood. for lifelessness in those colonies...

mercury... people... death... drowning... maria?

who? or when?

when on venus... my beginning... my voyage does have a starting point.... an ending?

end... black... dark... that black current sweeping along like a ribbon... drifting, swirling... purples... reds... browns... white... oh pure and perfect white... if anything is pure... or perfect...

songs, stories, enemies... sunshine... acid rain... confinement...

screaming...

fear... hatred... insanity...

power...

energy...

pain...

death...

floating... floating on a sea of death... of life...

where am i... ? / < / << /