warm rooms

An unknown road leading into the abyss

Illuminated faces mutter the floor

warm rooms,dirty floors

Liminal space, be mine

faint highlights on the shadows

powerful incursions of pink snow

a strong current of centuries and needs

will it show up on us?

I will reduce this world to ashes.

I'll reset all the data about us.

faint lights, unclear silhouettes

Liminal dreams, be mine

How many days does it take to become liminal?

Why is it so hot all the time?

Why does everyone freeze so abruptly

Why aren't these rooms cold anymore?