The quiet haven of worldly tranquility and the abode of comfort was disturbed by thunderclaps, in tandem with sparkling lightning, one cozy, but painfully strange evening.
This time we are not talking about the usual bad weather on a weekday, but about a tearing crack in the matter that torments the firmament, which is about to open up and reveal to the world something new, unique in its own way, and, one might say, epoch-making.
Before your eyes, the birth of a whole horizon of events is taking place, thanks to the seemingly tightly glued duct tape covering the hole in space and time, the fragments of which we are now observing — a piece of insulating canvas is saying goodbye to us, driven by gusts of wind, and through the crack burst…
OCTOPUS BOYZ
