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• Artiste: Pyramids (The)
• Titre: Lucid
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I awake with a hazy memory fixed on my mind, but for once my eyes seem focused. A nightmarish portrait of fate etched into my line of sight, I wait as the train screeches to a halt. It's clear there's been a mistake. No light invites me. No presence shields me from the darkness. I emerge from the engine and step forward into tomorrow's cold handshake. This station is as nervous as the last, and long gone is the comforting glitter that shields its intentions. The engine collapses under the weight of frantic confusion as the wave of reality crashes and we repent our sleep. Shifting tracks and paper hearts beneath us, our engine collapses into a sigh as we bid our digressions farewell. The flow of water halts, and for once my eyes seem focused. Was this our destination? Stepping onto the platform I feel freedom, peace, and comfort for the first time in too many years. Home in a land built upon the dreams of billions of rekindled hearts, I watch glazed eyes spring to life and pale cheeks bloom with truth. Once and for all, I repent my sleep. In this dream, I'm awake. The home of beauty rests in knowing who you are.