A WORLD OF GARLIC

The hen sings of its tender wings dipped in a washing machine crawling in the soup. The machine quickly stands up and bathes itself in an impermanent light while softly washes away its guilt of abandoning a tree which once soared the globe.

Proceeding means giving up your life and your everything to the bulbous overlord, do you still want to go or do you want to give up and leave this place forever?

The gate remains open.