其れは、繙かれた『結晶』の断片。或いは赫奕たる日輪の残照。

"Cord".

In the evening, light is obscured, various secrets are taken into consideration, an absurd "dream" is nurtured.

When the meaning is lost, emptiness affects me, only the enjoyment becomes "comfort".

When the set of discrete fragments changes from chaos to "order", beauty develops.

"Key".

Freedom and loneliness are contradictions on the scale, in equilibrium there is a "cage".

The dream that looks back on from the end is the scent of "light" floating in the shade of shadows.

"Have".

Morality is a fading doctrine, its "threshold" changes even during the day and night.

"Full".

I do not need thought or sympathy, but music as a "cause" triggering visual hallucinations.

I am dying leaves. A giant virtual body that autonomously "misunderstands" the wind leaving the wind.