Imagine, if it is your will, a darkened sky, the darkest yet, and full of thick heavy clouds. Atop these clouds sits an army of children, each clutching devilish fireworks in their tiny paws. With the force of the Beast, one by one, these fire crackers are hurled onto the open planes below, creating an orchestra of sound. Higher still, stands Nikhil. He's instructing these devilish mozarts and handing them more earth-bound missiles screeching "Louder!".
Miles below, standing on a cracked earth and being attacked with vicious light, you exist in the rose garden hysteria. And so is musical satori. And so are The Wild Eyes.
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