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Black Hole
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A heavy stillness spreads over the depths of the lake, silencing all voices and crushing even the greatest of strengths, until every movement is suppressed. Time has turned the liquid mass into stone. Each insignificant raindrop raises the pressure higher and freezes water atoms to the electrons. Down there lies an eternal world of numbness, which used to follow what seemed to be inescapable gravity rules. The amber's aeon taught deep black waters how to shelter and hide energy. They could become deep black powers, if only they knew a dam was holding them tight. That concrete was tying them down. Eternity is proved wrong as the clouds release one drop too many, and cracks on the sea wall appear like unexpected springs. The black hole's depths scatter themselves through enlightened valleys, giving birth to the unknown.
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Fluent
10:06
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Then movement and commotion took life so easily. Reckless streams and confused currents erased the last standing blocks. Ages of silence, pressure and darkness seemed forsaken, clearing the place for a fluent colonization. Upstream, the river is growing, and it's flooding History with elusive events and shifting uproar. A lake is spreading on the lowest territories, turning all solid matter into cloudy water. What's left of the air is thickening and the whole world's chemistry is mutating. Clarity disappears, while dampness and fog pass through lives like sharpened bullets. All possible states of water share the space between earth and the sky. Getting a grip, making sense, seeing some truth through the events of time, have become mere dreams of a past civilization. Now, a boundless tide is running through each corner of earth and confusion displaces lucidity. Underneath the streams, the marks of deadly empires continue crawling unseen. The threats of the old, dry and weathered world are still here, they have simply become even more unreachable, beneath the new layers of shifty waters. If only the water flow was revealing the shapes of hidden jailers instead of entwining space, time and matter. They would be weapons, showing up sunk ruins and digging up the rubble that the world's still living in.
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Coil
07:42
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Flooded Lives in search of a grip on their destiny had to find something substantial. But destiny itself died out and the quest quickly began to wander. Scattered amongst swamps, Obduracy showed the roots' path, but the roots got thinner and thinner, until the roots and soil melted into each other. Then Hope pointed skyward, as if exits were waiting up there. But the clouds got thicker and thicker, until nothing was left under, but a boundless mist. Beyond the sky's limits, fog spilled all over the stars' cover, putting out their fire. The last word came from Pride, who decided to take the earthly path despite the lack of horizon and steady substance. Lives became surrounded by bleak forests growing darker than ever, disrupting the already troubled guidance. Then the ground collapsed, and Pride sunk into deep-sea trenches. Lives coiled themselves around the senseless vacuum growing inside. Meanwhile, inner wildness vanished.
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Resilience
07:12
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Nature was once made of woods and solid Lives, now it's all waters and streams. It may have been just a concept after all. Yet, there is no choice either, the surroundings are established as the unavoidable circumstances of all kinds of Lives. Then Lives themselves become each other's unavoidable circumstances. The simplest thing always slips through while lives try to keep a hold over it. Grounded habits fade, making room for randomness. Old beliefs were the product of their time. Now it's time for doubt, as the only remaining certainty. Lives arch their backs to cope with an erased past, a blurred future and an unacceptable present. Water runs through all kind of veins and minds as real blood and thoughts. There is no choice but to cope with it. The fluid underworld totally alters consciousness, erasing the feeling of existence. This is how Lives get used to the endless unsettlement.
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Leeway
06:02
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Lifetime goes adrift and the current plays with it, all along its untameable path. Whatever was in control before, now becomes the ocean's toy. Lives cannot dwell anywhere, only their absence is noticeable. The real landlords are the unpredictable surges coming from the tidal disorder. A remote sensation of Melancholy
is carried by the streams. The way it takes is untraceable. Reason, patterns and purposes all gave up, but Madness still takes its time to show up. In between, a state of dereliction leads a world of leeway. The prolific source isn't only releasing waters, it's freeing all kinds of strained things that used to obey to a violent and exacting order. Melancholy stands firmly against Dementia as among the flood and the perpetual drift, hides a pure delight, shy and unworldly.
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Surrender
15:48
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The water source is inexhaustible, as if the black hole was an infinite spring of disturbances. Left without a choice, after a bottomless drowning, Lives are pending on the verge of Insanity. They started to claim we are the waters, we are the floods, the fog and the frost. Control is lost once and for all and Insanity is where Lives dwell now. But since the boundary between sane and insane is a matter of era, morals can be limitlessly reset. From now on, Waters are everything, Lives are everything. The flows are embodied in the midst of a wayward history with no timeline. The shirking soil and random streams shocks are all alive, squeezing time, until the juice all flows out, bending time since space blacks out. Liquid bodies and ethereal consciousnesses are screaming We are the waters, we are the floods, the fog and the frost, and so the old jailers have gone away.
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