Once again, I was lost to the skies of my dreams.
Once again, the echoes of the In-Between spoke to my heart.
And I walked through the mists of my nemeton, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of visions and sounds, entranced by Her fiery Presence.
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Whenever life seems crueler than death, I wish I could slip into eternal unconsciousness.
But oblivion means losing your essence.
There is no serenity in denial, only in acceptance and hope.
I will always love, ache, create, destroy, remember, die, and rise again.
There will always be dandelion seeds to blow.
That is how You have brought me back to life...

This site is dedicated to silence, whether serene, sorrowful or rebellious, for without it rebirth is not possible.