dont worry
youre climbing and climbing

and after the dungeon where the air you breathe
only contains tasks, barriers and everday life

you scale a montain where the air you breathe
doesnt exist

and you die
because you need oxygen

post scriptum:
for every image in which your extremities are cut off, you lose them in a parallel universe

post post scriptum:
and something with freedom, personal development, goodvibes and stuff