In times of extreme vulnerability, amped-up stress and ever-increasing anxiety, creativity and its fruits should act as a sort of a cure - a placebo, at least - but even that is called in question when the creators, in their helplessness, face destructive forces whose animosity spreads through the air, and just like the virus, infects not only the proponents of evil, but its opponents as well. The thoughts of the darkest nature just keep accumulating, intent to absorb the last remnants of beauty, and yet the artist still chases some foolish ideal in futile attempts to escape utter madness. Meanings seem to have been lost in the great labyrinth of what they call life, and the spirit, its bareness striving to appease reality, desperately falls for death...
Light in the Crypt
Hero's Dawn
Knowledge Unknown
The Contact
Zero Faith
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