Portrait of The Indistinguishable.

"There's no such thing as a snake with a name. Snakes dn't have family, and they're changing between skins constantly.
To say that you know a snake is the ultimate lie, they don't know themselves properly, but they usually know more about you than you do, even without minding truly this fact, its spontaneous.
 But life plays with simetry, and from such superficiality that tested in the lamb, then made the tiger and the snake brothers of unparented mothers, i dare to say only a truly simetric twin like a true scared tiger could have a chance to crawl between all the shades of mind, life and in between, and so on deeper, with such graceful simplicity.
Snakes dress under the leather, the fear of death the shades of all existance as their underwear. 
To go deeper than that for us in just an impossible double-dare, where it will eat you alive in his catch for the Ego.
Call it a law. And the name is The Persistance of Loss.
Behind it all, is hidden the secret to talk to the universe, the pure language, the words of the gods, hidden here easily on mansy things, such as men and birds. 
But there, they don't call it 'music'."


The portrait of ''The Indistinguishable", makes reality a shadow from the real dream and walks in the middle term beyond life and death, but the most defiant hells of questions unsolved, and carry for company only the solitude of the eternal hate between impermanence and implossible desires, that seem to be the only thing truly forever in this Universe...
Their greatest lesson is about the paradise and how we all fear it so, and about the fase after the dreams, such perishable things, have completely rotten. Truly a mistery.


"Real", is a word well used only by the ordinary fools or the ones meanfully lacking with respect.
(I confess sometimes i include myself on the last one.)

(In memorian of it all and the Glorious Nothing evoqued.
Devil posess it now in the shadows of a brilliant terrifying past of the caracter that is now gone,
but i shall not let it sleeps in the backbone of my memories, since 'There's no rest for the wicked'.
Hope shall preveil, or a quick death for all us might strike...
I let the sword 'whatever' of Nothing decides. Fear and even danger, are safe since they
obey the laws of this Universe, i will wait.
The day the ones destroyed will be reborn.)

"Paradise is the place where we hope our dreams shall last forever, like in the middle of the ice.
Reality is the place where they will truly perish, like closer to the sun.

Now you know, Wretched?"

-Llio Scott.

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