Wild Colors
This Is My Temple
A small world inside a trembling bubble, waiting every moment for the slightest breeze to silently tear everything apart.
But I stepped out of the bubble long ago and built my home in the heart of the storm.
Its stone walls and stained-glass windows rose from the ruins left behind by the past.
I carry the mighty pillars of this house upon my shoulders, but I will not surrender the world I have built to any storm…