Rjovik
Since the day he was born, he had been expecting the day he could choose between his existence and consciousness.
Please wait... Please wait... You can now cross the street.
Tetoid
This artificial light trapping my eyes, this giant display disregarding my existence, this culture consuming the skin of my individuality.
Uprising
In this language without any place, time expands as the duration of a song.
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