In the darkness that envelops us like an endless veil of mystery

In the darkness that envelops us like an endless veil of mystery, The modern man struggles within his own shadow, a wandering soul, Reviving the echo of the lower soul, caught in Satan's snare, Not just a theological figure, but a force obstructing the light. Closed are the gates of the imaginal world, the intermediate realm, Between the sensible and the spiritual world, a dream in denial, Removed from the reality of archetypes that illuminate our path, We remain captive in the reign of quantity, an endless cycle. Repetition stifles initiation, leaving us under the interior night, A state of symbolic blindness, a true spiritual death, With spiritual senses annulled, we see only empty shadows, The denial of the imaginal betrays the soul, caught in the chaos of existence. Ritual repetitions bind us to the invisible and vast universe, In hypnotic musicality, we lose ourselves in the trance of poetry, In mystical contemplation, we are one with cosmic nostalgia. Archetypes dancing in the shadows of the mind, awakening the deep soul, We dream of lost and found connections in the eternal night, Each verse is a step in the journey toward the self, toward infinity. With wings of wax and desires of light, we search for fragments of meaning, In the chaos of becoming, we seek to free ourselves from the veil of night, Through words, we seek to return to the archetypal light.