The world is collapsing The forests are burning The old paradigm crumbling We stand in the midst of the ashes War, famine, disease The darkest hour is at its peak We gather the ruins Collect the coal and Shed our tears On this coming new moon We will alchemize Turning…

The sun and the moon converse: “If I told you that I miss you would you know what I want?” the moon whispered and the sun glowing as a sun does listened “can you see my colours though you are so bright?” the moon continued and with warmth the sun…