"Edging cautiously towards the horizon, the flagship Tranceparentc, a vessel of ghosts, an old soul with only one oar, a mad scientist earnestly seeking the genetic fusion of heart chakra with lotus blossom tea, a transmogrification of liquid emotion, a vessel fit to brave the turbulent Sea of Doubt, beyond the Ocean of Mediocrity, success a Ludichristian consent to die while yet trying... trying to believe anyone at all would care... if for all the world that was left in the Aftermath... a dreaming Child... sat in a garden of lilies alone, and Another watched her, hoping she might dream a little longer yet.... and yet... our Intent? Our Mission? The Unknown!!! To sail a moonslength of Her eyelid, under hefty winds or none, as the lids of Reality are momentarily flung open, and the tears of the Mother appear in the Flow of cacophonous Silence... the divionless Tone of Eternal Awakening (a.k.a the T.O.E. JAM)...." - an excerpt from the Book of Dreams (as recorded by our Positronisonic Scribe............. the Robot of Reverberation - aka R.O.R.).
R.O.R Suggests:
"Relax und Play Viz De Balls!"
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