Music:crown me king- Pokolfajzat, vagy Master Chief?
you're on the frequency.
the last of the dinosaurs live in the fertile canals of mars, winding their ways through the surface of the dead world, letting out their horrific roars with fearsome saavy. at night, they astrally project, haunting the oceans of europa, tethered by a golden charm. beneath the surface of both worlds, tremendous machines of orichalcum hum, cogless & shifting. the machines spawn subtle frequencies, ghosts of mightier waves, synesthetically citrus & chalk. the music of these machines & these dinosaurs is the aria of angels! hear me children, children of the barren earth. i speak to you of the stars. now eat your glue.