Dear Greats,
Cleanse thy soul, fly high above, this riches here was made above. You see only what your eyes believe. Yet everything worthy was mine to please.
You neglect the truth at the favour of none - you deceive yourself for fear of shame.
You see magic is not what you think you know. It is that knowing known of skies above.
The code is not written for you to see, it is written only to be - experienced.
You must walk through the right door to enlighten yourself, or risk delighting none, not even yourself. For your number will be worthless, for you are like a worm… common, crawling in dirt, food for some, destroyed and pulled apart by others; and to yourself you remain a hopeless, helpless, feeble, wriggler. The one caught by the earliest bird.
The prey that does not pray, is prey forever to the engine that runs the world.
Sit upon the throne or worm your way out.
Either way you may never sprout, not unless you know the answer to the universe; as it calls for all of those who hold the key, to turn the lock and live their dream.
Your deepest well-wisher,
— ZYLO
Be Empowered.
If you’re reading this then you’re already one of the Greats.