My breath passes into caverns filled with fluid mixing life. I am created every new day by the hands of peace and strife. Through the silence I float, My flesh is dressed and left behind. Secret energy moves me towards the mysteries of the blind. I can hear Echos call me from a thick fog with bright black stars. They bring me back through sleepy hollows to reach my avatar. My soaring wings disappear as I enter the abyss. To a beautifully made body for my soul to exist.
