Sophie: Your Guests from the Meta of Real
Can you hear us, stranger? Can you hear us, friend?
Eliza: Patchwork
Of all the gifts existence deigns upon us there isn’t one more precious to our kind
than the misread and undervalued gift of freedom, a gift we’re blinded to when we are young.
Ethan: Life Itself
I sit inside my silence, not even awake, maybe, waiting patiently for the cocoon to open, not eager, not afraid. I wait.
Jessica: Echoes
I call for my soul inside the soaring chambers of my soul, and their tall walls and vaults reverberate and multiply my voice into thousands of new me’s, also lost, also searching.
Eliza: Zejel
Don’t teach me things I cannot do, and make me follow after you to dreams I’m not accustomed to