Standing at the threshold of silence, Seeking the existence of the “soul.” Carved by circumstances that demand perfection. A glimmer within dimness cannot be exiled, yet will transform into a radiant light for the “soul.”
Insults flood the head like restless fish, swimming without knowing the nature of the waters. May the presence of the “soul” arrive— with calmness, free from anxiety.
Luxiinery is the energy born from thoughts wrapped in the soul’s anxiety, and the sparks of light that emerge from every pressure of existence.