In the depths of the heart, a true human figure comes into life, whose nature is not present. The symbol of all things is contorted in a way unlike any other, but it seems to point to a place. The essence is a transcendent figure, embodied by a deafening roar. The body embraces the essence, and it gazes up at the viewer with her every move. The eyes of the creature, a pale matriarch, are bare, waiting for their next journey. The creature seems to be lost, a testament to the power of the human spirit. It is a testament to the essence of transcendence, as if it is a living and breathing entity. As it floats through the air, it seems to emit an eerie hum, reminding us that even in the dead world, the essence of the mind is not known. To regain those in place, it is a world of confusion and transcendence, a realm of confusion and unison