Text from Chiperia 8; "...approaching. something is approaching always something approaching i stand in pure white nothingness awaiting its coming. my arms raised for the obligatory embrace. subtle pastel colours talk to me from the horizon. on the inside the greytones remain. only a faded blue led tries to break out to kindle the soul of the soulless one to dance with the pastels. but i know it will fail. the relentness monotony of solace overpowers the embrace. the arms fall back. i march on in circles in my own invisible footsteps and the darkness comes fast the piercing sound is all there is and the light has gone but in darkness i move at breakneck speed. my led a photon racing through space looking for a quantum crash and i enjoy the ride towards that flash but in this final moment..... i.... sense the regret. want the redemption. redemption? came. there. none. just. switch off."