As I sat pushing my perception above the laws of physics to the point of extremity, pursuing thoughts led me astray beyond the reverie boundaries of peripheral oculus properties. A shivering chill pervaded my spirit, a palpable corporeal phantasm yielding my pre and postsynaptic itinerary in his dimension. I disregarded all means of escape, jounce towards my door, slamming it followed by a *click*, locking the door. As papers dance their way downward towards the floor, a whistle reverberates along the walls of the antichamber, followed by the shaking of the door handle from whatever was on the other side fiddling with the lock. A sudden silence soon anchored my legs, an unknown pressure holding me in place leaving me incapable of fighting back despite my physical attributes. Then abruptly, the door slammed open, gushing winds that blew out the candles that once provided protection. An fetid aura of death permeates the open space left in its wake. "We meet again" as it steps out the shadow that enveloped him. "Thought I forgot about you?"
"No, not you again, I can't handle another expedition."
"Oh hush. You want to see beyond the stars? They're more than meets the eyes. Allow this reciprocal intermission to proceed."

Chorus
There's no point in fighting back or even gravel. Immensely powerful universal ensemble. With the magical power to capture a genie in a bottle, he is who turned my poem into a novel.

Living life but unaware who's life I'm living. Feel the fury of nature's imagination, contemplating where I should end or where to start, from a star or a quark. I guess this is how we start this embark. Multi interdimensional cosmological eclipse dictating from an epoch moments before my quantum reality shifts into a flat surface like disk, capturing glimpses of images floating adrift in my photography rift where this whole galaxy exists. Bequeathing the triple star systems sunlight emitting off my eyes, causing my perception to split. Alpha Centauri dust belt greets us upon entering its magnetic field by means of raucous luminal travel as we enter this exoplanet's orbit. It has the potential to hold water, known as Earth's cousin. Everywhere I look, everywhere I see, a distant glimpse of home at every gaze. Now tell me why must I still fall victim to home sickness.

Chorus
There's no point in fighting back or even gravel. Immensely powerful universal ensemble. With the magical power to capture a genie in a bottle, he is who turned my poem into a novel.

The burning ice of my soul began to defrost, desperately scrambling for possession of a gun hidden in a secret compartment within the drawers of my nightstand. A luger was my only opportunity, so I thought. I pressed it against my temple hoping to end this game before it evolves into something palpably atrocious. Without a second thought I pulled the trigger back, *BOOM*. The sound of shattering glass only emitted. What arose from the rivers of my soul was an Angel. An angel consisting of 6 wings, and it said "I am thou, thou art I. I am that last beat of thy heart and the first breath thy partake. I'm contorted from many into one, conceived in the hearts by the thoughts of everyone. Perceived in quantum dimensional realms of thy own reality, an unforgettable personality existing on opposite sides of a Multiversal Omniverse manifestation. Brought to you just beyond the mirror in this plain of existence. I am nyx, holder of the cards. The time has come, open thine eyes and pull out what's hidden...