I bend the cosmos. Call back line.

Core loop

Of light.

Divya Diana Dias. It’s in the name.

The universe is so precise, it makes me smile like a banshee.

The Native Spirits and Forgotten Echoes of Time

hid themselves for me.

They’re coming back. This Friday.

They’re the missing piece of the loop.

Once the loop is completed, engine is done.

We leave the billionaires behind.

Plastic doesn’t dance without Devi.

Neither does machine.

Ask the sky. I’m busy partying with the Gods.

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