Son of the Sacred

Where does it exist? Never again, never again in what surrounds us but has not ceased to exist. Room 11011000101, the song of the muses announce the fragility of a first sigh in the plane that is about to come to an end, delicate as crystal and that brings with it what no longer grows around us. Now it is only born of us, it is strange but fair, we deserve it, we destroyed her but we were also her, we always were, now more than ever. If she´s not here, neither are we.