Spukender Geist, der durch eine zerbrochene stille Leere greift

The sanctified ghost of a lost love, An Eclipse in turmoil, Trying to reach out from the other side, But still keep silent. The depths of madness are deep, The desecration of dreams, the contamination of the seams of reality. A mixture of beauty and vulnerability, The ghost of his own person, Achieve, If only we had listened to the cacophony of hissing voices, the double exposure of the turbulent failure of the digital template, the layered overlapping dichotomy of the split image. Haunted by an ill-fated past

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