What I see when I close my eyes.
A place where the sound is extracted from inside.
A place where sound shapes matter.
A space where you can walk through subconscious and unconscious.
A spider that weaves infinite arguments to catch thoughts with words.
An inhabitant of that space that is called Lizfera.
A nocturnal moth that flies towards 17 moons.
Something that can not be felt but feels.
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