Surreal Manifesto

In the cavern's womb, where whispers dance, A council of echoes in a timeless trance. Shadows cavort on the ancient stone, As firelight flickers, alone yet not alone. Here, the sages of dreams convene, Weaving tales in the spaces between. A silent symphony in smoky breaths, Crafting life and courting deaths. A queen in thought, on a throne of roots, Her crown, a cluster of celestial fruits. Her court, the wisps of memory's thread, Spinning stories of the living and the dead. In this grotto of surreal reprieve, Where the earth sighs and spirits grieve, The dance of flames tells a tale untold, Of mysteries born and futures bold. LCM-video2video + Replicate + Runway + Topaz + Ableton Domingo Pablo Sound design by Domingo Pablo