Time and weather rewrite themselves in accordance with new laws of creation. Each door takes you down another highway of self.

Fractured parts of human evolution now seek to be united with their counterparts.

You are so busy scooping up parts of yourself that you don’t see it is happening to everyone who lives upon your street or planet. Humanity has asked for more on all levels—and so it shall be.

Each person is escorted into all faces of their eve and their atom. The original blueprint is now laced with pink possibilities. Who am I is the song of the soul as we all sing a new tune explaining ourselves.

To become your true presence, free floating is necessary—if you still seek to walk amongst the stars. Realities are challenged, doing hand-to-hand combat in a shredded paper trail. Time rushes by without even a wave, as timeline options are tailored and shortened.