Janus looks inward to reckon with its past, only to gaze into itself, and spy the now vast, expanse of its yesterdays and the searing of its mask, each doorway leads to long passages ways, protected by the dark, and whilst Janus looks into the void, the void spew’s forth another arch. A man divided against himself cannot act.

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I am the mist drifting throughout energies engulfed by rays of colour and light. The murmur that ripples across the sounds of whispers in the dark.The music that reaches across


Whispering voices wisp And drift with each Thought Memory Locked away Hidden in murmurs lost Time Talking! Unceasing ever Talking, speaking,