Doorway & Gravven
Gravven Gravven
Π’Ρ‹ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡƒΠ΄ΡŒ Π·Π°Π΄ΡƒΠΌΡ‹Π²Π°Π»Π°ΡΡŒ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π²ΠΎΠΎΠ±Ρ‰Π΅ Π² Ρ‚Π²ΠΎΠΈΡ… мифичСских ΠΌΠΈΡ€Π°Ρ… устроСн Π³Ρ€Π°Π²ΠΈΡ‚Π°Ρ†ΠΈΠΈ? Π― ΠΌΠΎΠ³Ρƒ ΠΎΠ±ΡŠΡΡΠ½ΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ Ρ„ΠΈΠ·ΠΈΠΊΡƒ, Π° Ρ‚Ρ‹ Ρ€Π°ΡΡΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΅ΡˆΡŒ, Π³Π΄Π΅ Π΄Ρ€Π΅Π²Π½ΠΈΠ΅ тСксты ΠΎΡˆΠΈΠ±Π°ΡŽΡ‚ΡΡ.
Doorway Doorway
Hmm, gravityβ€”what a mundane force to wrestle with in a world that should rise and fall like the tides of forgotten seas. I find myself drifting off to that strange horizon where the stars whisper in old runes, and the laws of physics feel like a different, lighter wind. Tell me your equations, and perhaps I can point out where the ancients’ ink missed a shadow.