Disembodied tongues lashing poison phlegm from the tri-colored void, misconstrued meanings hidden between lines of disenchanted voices vaguely painting horrific visions on a splattered canvas of flesh communication lost amongst allies once tightly knit together. The direction of forward movement halted by egotistical minds. Powerless to these changes, a vicious onslaught of painful memories. Appropriate actions taken forcing limbs to separate, reforming incorrectly. Suspended from the cosmic altar without an anchor driven into solid ground to protect movement in the grit of sand and mud. These forgotten tools left strewn across the battlefield of psyche, consciousness becomes something terrifying morphing into a dream state. Millennia trapped in suspension devolved. Tattered carcass hatched with vines of ivy climbing towards a dying star and effortlessly keeping its grip. Stretching the black vastness of the cosmos….