god of null

The place is very strange, I don t know if I m dreaming´-or-not, but it s a place where silent, naked people walk with thick dust. No one looks at anyone and no one seems interested in anything and I don t know what this place means.
The place I discovered after long contemplation and these places I always discovered in my head, I discovered strange times and places after contemplation and the contents of creating my strangeness sometimes ugly, but its aesthetic is intrinsic.
I looked at myself and found that I had different characteristics from them alone, but they did not pay attention to anything´-or-anyone. I try to speak and my voice does not come out, but I hear the echo of what I want to say in the whole place as if we were in a glass ball. Whatever I intend to do without moving my body, without commanding it.
Was my previous will fulfilled when I was, when I was what? a human being Is volitional poetics achieved? To fly to beat physics, but who is fair to the chemistry and chemistry of the universe?
He is the Lord of shedding whom I call Sha’ariel, who transforms beings into other beings and places them in other universes. He turns like a chameleon, into human, animal, wind, inanimate, light,. I am in the land of processing creatures into experimental projects.

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