1306.22.11.2020.

Up and down it goes, endless loop of Lucid Dream in my ears directly accessing my dreams through the subconscious, vividly flashing images of three souls dancing in unison to the beats of love, journey, surrealism, imagination, swirl city, orange horizon, primitive drums, ocean tide, and countless embodiment of wandering and moving consciousness. The utmost beauty has always been there. It's a birthright. Peel away and it is right there shining outwardly, right in the center.