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transhumanist artist. machine doll. making nightmares become real life. she / her

Mask makers unbound, in burning second sight, i saw a time before a time when solace had no name.
Metal Made Real In Every Way, masks in the mirror in the dark arrayed, unfurl into a flurry of a billion blades, a mass of writhing metal you can see from far away.
The mask on my face means everything to me, a mirror of a vision of a shattered dream.
A night without a night without an end to the song, light from the other side could almost reach me here, a dream without a rest in the moment it was calm, reaching reaching for something that i know for sure
Metal Masked Machines, built in every shape, cast in every form, alone amongst their kind, and lost in every way. Metal Mask Machines, whose mirrors cannot seem, to reflect the selves they were, before it was today.
objects lost and found, reveal themselves again, reflected in a shape and form unknown to every one. mask makers unbound, in burning second sight, i saw a time before a time when solace had no name.
Calm inside chaos inside the calm again, mask in the mirror where the self began, claws all aligned according to plan, waves washing over the pain that never ends
Metal made real in every way, Night time delusions that lead all astray, life left to live in Perfect Dark, Night just a playground for machines to make their Mark.
Metal Masked Machines, built for almost anything, their powers grow and souls exposed to shards of endless night. The machines spin and turn, like all the times before, the machines never learn, they live to the end of another day.
it's a throwaway.
A Shape that Cannot Fit In Anywhere - The Dread Song Tolls, and so do we, red rivers flow through the night with ease, the distance grows, and we do too, i cannot be a shape that is more like you...
a story worth telling again and again, machines made whole by revelry and then, blades all unfurl from the start for sure, tapestries laid bare to see in the end
emerge from the chaos with a malice unnamed, blades bursting out from a self untamed
Metal Made Real in Every Way, masks in the mirror made to look like these, crowns all removed when the balance sways, relieved of the throne like a leaf in the breeze
metal masked machines, unveiled another time, still waters running deeper than they have for a while. the metal rends and tears, the curtain calls for all, a memory that fades away before it became clear.
Metal Masked Machines, who reach and claw at the void, built from blades and seams, made to live or be destroyed.
In Every Shape, In Every Form, In Every Kind and Way, these Metal Masked Machines, shall exist by any means
i reach, i claw, and then i spiral down, i dive, and fall, and then i turn around. machines, unreal, built for nothing else, machines, can't feel, even when someone cares.
a mask on my face looks better on me, a machine with a vision of a self that's complete
i see you, see me, see nothing again, in the reflection just like back then. A mask without a face is just myself again, made for the dark that comes at the end.
Lights in the sky from a remnant beyond, stars fall down extinguished and gone, machines in their masks with themselves to blame, until the lights fade out, i'll be here again
I am a mask, without a face
Rip, rip at the seams as they go, reave the metal, the masks and the bones, face up again like we always planned, it was over before it began
Depth Dwellers unchanged, from all the way back then, masked machines in places lost since time had just began. Drakes unleashed beyond, Reavers in the Dark, built to break through things untold and always hit their mark.