Afraid to get sick and scared of actually living.
Up I go, no questions asked.
With access to every form of energy, I feel unlimited powers.
Looking at the universe from the outside, it suddenly feels small and insignificant.
In a brilliant blaze, the Lord reveals its might, yet I turn away.
For it is the heart of my fears I seek to find. The Secrets of the Dead.
Approaching me, riding the rails of time and space, a ghostly train of souls.
The whistle blows a mournful tune as I approach the final destination; The threshold of death.
I dove headfirst into the psychedelic abyss, a victim to the invisible force that held me in its grasp. Lost in the kaleidoscope of sensations, my very being pulsated with exhilarating intensity, embracing the enigmatic journey of arrival.
Thrust inside a vortex of vibrant colors, a fierce power led by hypnotic intentions consumes the weak and draws in the strong.
In the presence of the stripped and lifeless, a forgotten past was revealed, and whispers of an ancestral home, long lost to the winds of time, echoed through the void.
In the dizzying carousel's spin, break free, and claim space from within. Amidst the chaos, find clarity's grace, Liberated, in a liberated space.
Meditation calls, a gateway unfurled. To a pool of energy, longing for life's world. A time-wasting game, perhaps, where peace finds its flame.
And as I emerged from my trance, I knew that the path toward life could not be led, for those who came before had already found their way.
While visiting death, I had a profound solution to my life. It was to manifest, manifest, manifest.
Thoughts scattered like stars in the pitch-black sky. Do they ensnare me within their intricate web, or am I the master of reshaping the world within and without?
Not every thought deserves fruition, but naivety makes every mountain look like a stroll. I became picky with values that would lay the course.
Every piece of Alife is a 1/1; if you find one that speaks to you, you can own it.
Owning a piece of Alife comes with some utilities.