The Gate of the Unconscious

The Gate of the Unconscious

The Celestial Parlour Orchestra

The room tightens, like lungs at rest
A glow streams in from a lockless chest
Hands unseen draw threads from air
Forming a path I’m compelled to dare
An altar waits, inscribed in gold
Names that linger, stories untold
I stand before a boundless key
A world unfolds, reshaping me

There's Something Ahead

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