Some of the weirdest shapes I’ve seen are hanging in the sky, a portent of things to come or so say the dark masters.

Are they here to protect us or to destroy us, to fill our lives with evil?

Iridescent colours cast their hue making shadows dance across the land.

In all the towns and cities the culturists plan their revenge to rid their domain of the dark masters, yet they can’t see them or touch them but they know they’re there and exist.

You could call this a battle between good and evil, of light and dark, trying to control the cosmos and to bring the colours to heel. They are fading now these shapes and collages in the sky, so I’ll rest now till the Gods call me again.





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