Gabriel is like the complex feeling of delivering bad news. It’s affecting you as much as you are affecting the people around you. There is a weight in there. It’s a dark weight, but it’s valuable. There’s a message that needs to be said, and you need to be the one to say it.

When we dance, we fall apart
But I won't be scared to dance anymore

When we're dead

Don't you realize, our bodies could fall apart?
Don't you realize, our bodies will fall apart?

When we dance

The wind passes the grass in waves, carrying with it the seed of growth. Flowing across the landscape and burrowing into the cool soil. Plantlife seeks the sky and with it the dominion of Suchlaph expands. Let your roots settle, it is the season for blossoming.

When words fail, the wind dies and the earth comes to a rest, Shateiel descends. In stillness, a new aspect of all things emerge, touched by this elusive angel. The space around it gains new meaning, held still by the grip of its presence. Fear not, it rarely lingers. It’s time to stop and take a moment.

The sound of the water pulsed

Pressure pushed them on beat by beat
Marching forwards, dying upon the beach

And with each stroke they pulled the sand
Dragging it upon the stones
Polishing their faces smooth

I looked into the sky and saw
A truth written in quiet motion
The turning wheel rises and as it falls
It shows us what we've seen
A vision from beyond
no different than a vision from within