Maudlin of the Well
Bath

THE REVIEW

Diving into an ocean of different sensations. The slow disintegration of colors that gently flow through a subtle, thin, delicate film. Slowly everything flows around your body, which, look! no longer exists. Resurrected, transfigured in the Qlipho that slowly ascends the immense and boundless sea, chromatic precision, crystalline splendor of a small arpeggio, open, dilated, immense and vast and pure, savor the purity of the water, dream material, everything slowly rising, colors playing among themselves, exchanging among themselves the deepest thoughts - they are shaping your dream in the shades of a thousand illusory worlds (thank you Ecate).

Gently everything emerges and simply gives way to itself. Each passing minute without feeling its weight, the magic of the notes is extraordinary! Simply immersed in myself I forget time, death, and pain. Porcelain glass of a perfect world, exactly painted, I would almost think it was God, painted slightly cracked - slight cracks on the extraordinary surface of the sea open to new parallel worlds, it is continuous transport, everything pulls all others along, simply there is no matter, there are no molecules taken to a different, new, different world.
Strong.
Unleashes.
Releases its reins, rages, unleashes everything, all colors explode into a dark and angry palette everything is too strong let yourself be carried away it's a continuous movement, take the reins. Guide everything towards new and unknown shores, anger and love and hate and strength an emotional ocean strong and intense you will be my Charon (immortal Ferryman) gently intersects other worlds each note a new step in an extraordinary journey.

Impossible to describe with rational words.
To be perfect, it lacks a flaw.