The wind moves quickly around you,
faster as time goes by.
Fear no longer grips you.
Only happiness.
The sky above you
And the sea below you
An infinite realm of
euphoria opens.
There,
riding on that creatures
wings, nothing can hurt you.
No one can harm you.
That place is a paradise,
one which you will never fully see.
That is good, for paradise
in truth is hideous.
Perfection holds you close,
tight under its wing,
and hides from you truth.
The world can never be perfect.
Its people can never know love.
This creature in reality is fake,
an illusion created to keep the ignorant in bliss.
If you ride that beautiful bird you are oblivious
to my world, our world.
One which you have left.
Never come to this place again if that bird keeps
flying. Never let go, for what we are will
devour you.
What we know will destroy you.
Ride those wings back to your home and
never come back.
