Former Selv - Caverns in Lost Dreams

Aidov is a city of gates and journalistic freedom. A place where we all wish to reside. The duality of perception and duty. The solid under feet and hearth. The garden Lichen walks through every morning on her exit and exertion rivals universal appeal. She often stops and thinks of you. How tender your heart is and how glorious her thoughts are of you. Our Wishing Wind of future messages. Caverns In Lost Dreams swings doors open and up you go. Up the stairs to a new room. The lights change. You are here because you supposed to be. Nobody can or will dispute that. The objective is current. This is something you are uncomfortable with because the context is missing…you question your own context. Information stimulates and distracts at the same time. The Mists of Avalove are necessary to wash away the tears of prescriptive interaction with nature and ones tools of automatic awareness. There are places you must go to disconnect and purge unnecessary intricate patterns. The process requires an unconventionally compatible approach. Trust me it will work. Pakqwan is a new emotional encryption protocol only known to those who un-disclose the locations of decisions and execution. So much happens in between the points of identity and self-awareness. Keele is in the shop for preparation. She has an objective. That objective is your objective. The time and place is ready. On Hurricane Ridge they have been so specific. They have been so honest. They have been there for us. It’s so simple…so specific. Will the pulse of anxiety transmission bring their return? The Lonely Willow is hyper desolation felt by the new eyes, the generation of uncertainty, it’s happening all so fast…so empathetically unexpected…so natural…so pure…so much…so now. You can’t stop now.