With a peremptory cry, the Monster awoke. In a metropolitan tangle, ancient myths wander, corrupted by present mores, strangers to their past glories. The goal of the beautiful and genderless Enam should be that of wiping the earth of these sheds, but how if every day is filled with toilsome papers, music and occultism? The firsts serve the objective to develop a critical thought, the second to gather questions, the third to find answers. The journey to efface every belief, every moral, every past. Conscience misanthropy its word.
With a peremptory cry, the Monster awoke. In a metropolitan tangle, ancient myths wander, corrupted by present mores, strangers to their past glories. The goal of the beautiful and genderless Enam should be that of wiping the earth of these sheds, but how if every day is filled with toilsome papers, music and occultism? The firsts serve the objective to develop a critical thought, the second to gather questions, the third to find answers. The journey to efface every belief, every moral, every past. Conscience misanthropy its word.