the underground lake of healing

combustion reforms the progress of ancestry's labor. decades of brilliance, only to fall from decay. regrettably so it is that death and sleep shall approach one as three. left to decode the cascading shapes alone. are you asleep or awake in our dream? comfort comes truly by knowing that the only constant is change. soon ancient shades shall dissolve, and then we will shed our shells. so flows the hope that all will one day come to know.