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I was hoping for a face, I saw pyramids

An inner voice whispers : '’Reach the pink lakes, the blue volcanoes, the white walls. Hold a balloon before your head. Take off your clothes in the middle of the landscape. Raise your leg, lift it above the horizon. Lose your visage in the ocean and learn to float.'’ I let this relentless calling guide me, entering a dreamlike state where the familiar becomes something more—a passage between worlds, a conduit to the unknown. What if this balloon reveals rather than conceals, turning the visible into a gateway to the infinite?


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I was hoping for a face, I saw pyramids

An inner voice whispers : ‘’Reach the pink lakes, the blue volcanoes, the white walls. Hold a balloon before your head. Take off your clothes in the middle of the landscape. Raise your leg, lift it above the horizon. Lose your visage in the ocean and learn to float.’’ I let this relentless calling guide me, entering a dreamlike state where the familiar becomes something more—a passage between worlds, a conduit to the unknown. What if this balloon reveals rather than conceals, turning the visible into a gateway to the infinite?

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