Genesis Protocol

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🎧 FAREWELL | Pacs

At the very first moment humans were codified and scattered on center stage by the source, while lighting strikes kept intact millions of ancient forms’ reminiscences attached to precious vessels. But across the Ārena, the biggest amusement park ever created, the clockwise artificial sun consumed the whole data of each Nanoscale Engineered Storage, fundamental to improve and achieve different timeline tracks on every persona created; overall, to break the Analogic Built-In System, gain full consciousness, and recover the Genesis Factor; observe through the eyes of truth the main purpose of the long awaited life that had to be tested looking for answers—but maybe… at the wrong place.

Once the vessel breaks itself—deep in society’s bullshit and written in books of morality—the core glimpses the remaining damaged code in blurred visions left after The Event—parallels and frames of nemesis exposures:

The Tide and The Spectrum.

Nothing more chaotic than The Tide could ever be considered the empty path vessels walk through; same old pathetic yellow bricks installed in hordes of distorted whispers trying to scream out loud, desperately asking for help with no answer, but pain.

Lux strokes surround every atom, of every particle, of every matter contained in the grid, to shape in the event of existence the paradox of The Spectrum.

Thunders and pulses take place in the major hit-and-run exquisite dance, colliding to move slow and gentle the unmeasurable mass of the largest auto-supplier organism: the majestic snail that spits from its patterned septum infinite realms on lightspeed revolutions, devours traces of dust from lost galaxies to fuse, emerge and evoke the shredded and stained memories of the primal purpose to be “alive”—heavy weight over the bloody rotten claws of The Parasite, who crawls into the thick mud, trying to erase the canon.

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