In slow motion I walk from my whispers leaving them suspended long after I leave
A new incision has been placed into reality so that physics become one less stable and dreams begin to leak into the wake
The world becomes a noticable gathering of one vision that fills the sky with a canopy of thought raining back down on us
ones coin this event titeling it "THE WAR OF THE HEAVENS" untill the battles ends
after the dust settels the new worls is revealed
the world reborn
Baptized by victors vision
SCULPTINGVISION
the sculpted vision