Clase mancillada

There are data filed in our rigid disks about the precise origin of all this we are living in.
All this that, for us, is normal, although it wasn't so one day.


The 6 of December of 2021 signalled the beginning of the end of the man as a free entity

because it was the day when our ancestors started losing their liberty and the control on their own lives [if you can read between the lines, read].

Because it was the day when they started ascending, supplanting us, the day of our eclipse

because our world was usurped through technology.













The displacement was gradual

every person was substituted with an artificial equivalent in his place, and had to escape from the prosecution the best he could

millions died, and even more found this inviolable place we are in, the Garden of Worm.
Our refuge
our tepid Garden:

on the surface, only the viperine men stayed... those indigenous humans with tail of serpent born from the Earth called Autochthones, who lived on the dry regions with red soil

no one else.







But them... they occupied our cities, and settled a motto at the entrance, and their motto was one: 

"The tomorrow is invulnerable"

and they settled this motto in quartz and electricity at the gates of their New Babylon and its satellite cities, which we built one day

and with them stayed the digital richness and the light of the sun, which they used to activate their world with solar energy through the panels that we built and never used.


And with us stayed the humid darkness, and the primitive nothingness of the Garden of Worm, our new Garden of Eden devoid of anything, our subterranean universe of eternal summer

our humble intra-terrenal world illuminated by Sirius

our home.




In those primitive times in the Garden of Worm our ancestor could steal these precious traveling tablets that allow us to move without moving, which our itinerant journeyers have used ever since


and during centuries, our stationary travelers observed that electric mantra inscribed at the gates of their megalopolis from the distance many times, but they never went close, because the simple view of the quartz is terrifying:

dirty crimson in the day, cathodic blue in the night, and the mantra is always one and the same:

"The tomorrow is invulnerable"

[and maybe you'll read between the lines one day, will you?]



Because their cities are surrounded by vermin of blood and any sort of putrefaction.



There are data filed in our rigid disks about the precise origin of all this we are living in... all this that, for us, is normal, although it wasn't so one day.