The uncovering of my eyes The proximation of arrival Kromnia The number 24 Nebula: Thy Khromna I inhale the atmospheric gas Adaptation synthesis (completed) Such an odd coloured soil Two moons illuminate the night My past has become Like a shadow No way to avoid What I've done My shame intense, I feel horrible The stars above I stare hard and see my master Please relinquish me omnipotence Telekinetic wind presence Tornado My scent strong (Her kin) have now arrived Helplessness comes in waves I've seen them coming all along... Collapse