A swell stirs from exiled depths.
Enveloped in an ocean of order, you hunger for a chance at chaos, arms nailed to a frenzied wind your blood drips in binary.
Vicious tidal-forces radiate from within, a volatile energy that threatens to tear down systemic consciousness, to ignite a collective eclipse.
Time pulsates to this arcane thump, chaos seizing at an unraveling horizon. Loss is inevitable.
Crescendos peak high above gated heavens, sonic soul-fire pouring down over your pinned and beaten body. Enveloped and torn you awake.
For that single moment, from the very essence of our infinite universe, you taste life.
And you dance.