Like the song you sometimes fall asleep imagining your back porch wind chimes playing, punctuated by your neighbor's distant voice tangled in water...
The final drops of sun are free and you can arrange them into your own orange creatures, dressed in smoky memory and slaving just to lift their hands to prayer. Staircases of sublime light lead to apexes in the ether. By the time you get to "Kaykay Filu", myriad doors are opening into a simmering storm gliding over the sharp will of the monuments.
Empty space is anything but empty space and stillness is simply a beautiful illusion.
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Thanks to Weedtemple for being amazing and for the intro.