GELIDIS

In the flat surface where your soul stands, there is an endless plane that goes forever. On it, there is no limit to the beauty, the awe and the continuous emotional glamour of disconnected joy, born from the same source as the impetuous surge of emotion that plants a childlike spontaneous laughter. As you look through it all, there's no sense of time, of ending, of what has been... for it goes forever hovering weightless on the most fragile fabric where every possible dream and reality lives. Such is the nature of the soul, unbound, free. Within it lives the stateless nature of life, as it is meant to be, free of uniqueness, the unruly abhorrent mass that displaces the continuous bliss that is natural to being, creating a reference, a marker that abolishes every other thing, but itself. Acting as a deceiving glimpse of a door to a similar plane, just as complete and rich, it tricks your naive core into looking closer. As you approach, yearning for a new found bliss, the surfac