I can't feel anything...
Nothing, no love, no anger... Anxiety sometimes, no excitement...
Everything moves slow, unidirectional, with monolithic, cuboid obstacles, looking all the same, brown, may be grey... The sky and the ground, tempered in a way to reflect each other, shades of crimson, but dull, faded... Crimson skies mate with crimson earths, but at night the earths fade away, but the skies stay, until the crimsons return, cavorting around the cuboids, the unidirectional flows, the illusions...
Nothing, no love, no anger... Anxiety sometimes, no excitement...
Everything moves slow, unidirectional, with monolithic, cuboid obstacles, looking all the same, brown, may be grey... The sky and the ground, tempered in a way to reflect each other, shades of crimson, but dull, faded... Crimson skies mate with crimson earths, but at night the earths fade away, but the skies stay, until the crimsons return, cavorting around the cuboids, the unidirectional flows, the illusions...
