I feel cold as I pass.
Through that sea, my rain falls. Mercilessly without apologies.
The elements do not ask permission, they exist, just as I merely exist.
From afar, they see me.
At that distance, they can see my beauty, the natural mingling with the surreal, with the strength of a planet.
Up close, they see me.
At that distance, they can see my chaos, …
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