All existence is in vain: unexplained and sterile. I’ll
end up alone with all my doubts that will haunt me
forever, even after my death..."
An excerpt from the book "The Master of the Realities

An innocent breath of life comes from the deep of all darkness! It just takes a moment, an instant and right after, everything becomes absolutely corrupted! The existence, the thought! I’ve lived in nothingness for eternities, I know, I have felt it, it was engraved in my soul. Although I cannot give faith and witness… I know; I’ve been in nothingness and from the nothingness I have returned..."
An excerpt from the book: The Master Of Realities: The Labyrinth Of The Dead Souls

It didn’t belong to anything and nothing belonged to it. It searched for eternities trying to find a host… a carrier… a harlequin or a prophet that would have brought meaning and form to its reasons, but that never happened..

We are monsters with good intentions, our instincts drive us but our passions devour us

But I belong here. I could live here…hiding from the others, living among their consciences and their fears; why not? Could this be the missing link? Could it be the darkness that I fear the most… could I be… evil?

I see sarcastic and obscene visions of angels and demons
flirting with the souls of men creating horror and deities
in surreal worlds, and writing plays for us to perform;
while I am being dragged into the darkness. I want to
know who is doing all this… I fell back into that lethargic
dream of bottomless pits and deserts hanging from the
skies.