Chaos met the fire across the sea of the galaxy, treading between traces of glowing sprinkles in the midst of the eyes in the hum throughout the empties. I bet three black holes are moving, yet we give and receive reality, I manifest universal maturity. The stars, the eyes, the milky way, I pray and bless, that it always brings soothe in serene mate to vitality. As regaining gaze habitual to the stars, regularity. Cannot help but to wonder, does our stars question the fate of our unity? It brought more than fantasy, especially since we’re all alchemy. Pushing and pulling, from one sector to another. Is such a ridicule, amaze fickle, that information it tickles. I cannot help but to find myself in such solidarity, confidentiality atmos sanity iniquity, interchangeability, inspire longevity. so sacred, in the finest purity. Here I sleep to the stars slumber, it's peace gives much to richly, mostly too profoundly, and dreamt to refine, mountain fully. It's so greatly divine, I can feel the chime, makes you want to cry. The beauty it shares, it's like a shiny diamond in the light, even better in the darkest part of the night.