6 acessos
...Restless I seek
for unfathomable spheres of invisible light.
Sombre sources lead me astray,
allure me into the night.
"The exhausted vagrant on his path to perdition"
Echoes of my past life I despise.
The cycle of seasons on this surface motionless lies.
Away - relieve me from the origin!
A breath - apart from smothering wilted skin.
A celestial voice:
"The seventh sunray enlights your pathway.
You feel drifted in a squall - a blast,
ascending from where sylvan meadows last..."