10 years, 9 faces, 5 months. Old me yesterday, but tomorrow's backwards. Repetition, is this your mission? Your divisions = such schisms. With my new skin for the sun to land on. And a plateau - one that I can stand on. I can see your particles tremble at the thought of this. You'd embrace it? Are you speaking honestly? // OH, PILLARS OF CREATION. UTMOST FORM OF SUCH AMAZEMENT. UPON MY BROKENNESS. I STAND BEFORE YOUR HOLINESS. OH, PILLARS OF CREATION. DANCING WITH YOUR CONSTELLATIONS. MY NEWFOUND OPENNESS. I BEG FOR TOTAL FORGIVENESS. OH, PILLARS OF CREATION. I CRY AT YOUR CONFRONTATION. // Tell me what colour you see. Can you describe it vividly? // I'm within your indigo dimension. Superstitionless after what I've witnessed. But each answer leads to four questions, am I left alone to keep guessing? Await your mulligan? Your anastasis? Under the basis of an ersatz greatness? // OH, PILLARS OF CREATION. UTMOST FORM OF SUCH AMAZEMENT. UPON MY BROKENNESS. I STAND BEFORE YOUR HOLINESS. OH, PILLARS OF CREATION. DANCING WITH YOUR CONSTELLATIONS. MY NEWFOUND OPENNESS. I BEG FOR TOTAL FORGIVENESS. OH, PILLARS OF CREATION. I CRY AT YOUR CONFRONTATION. WITH YOUR ALL-KNOWINGNESS. PLEASE PACIFY MY LONELINESS.