WAYVES
"The sky smiles at the trees, cars hum to the buildings, flutes call out to the spirits, synths to your flashbacks. The ego grows, the ego dies, the ego exists, the ego vanishes. What is ego?"
"The sky smiles at the trees, cars hum to the buildings, flutes call out to the spirits, synths to your flashbacks. The ego grows, the ego dies, the ego exists, the ego vanishes. What is ego?"