SuperRare Max: Far from Light

At this edge wolves roam, cells divide, and this dimension starts to spill into the next. It's what I wanted. Though I'm hardly prepared, it seems.

Simply existing is a long drawn out stretching of time, unpalatable, dry cracked. Maybe there's colors or gifts in the stretched cracks of time... if I only had an arm that could reach, or the energy it would take to move it. Miles away from light, from that place that sings. From the integrated whole. Just a hole, echoing what I'm not even sure of ... was real.