It's quite
evident its her zone, my zone. Dhnai. Dhnai's Blaque Sylynce. Come
forth to experience. A fantasy with a flavah like none other. Black
silence, telepathic communication blowing a wisp of fiyah through a
single word, igniting a burst of images decoded by your third eye.
Open your mouth, not for the pill, for the elixir of nature. Taste
the flavah. Watch might of magic unfold, unknown creatures silenced
to their death awakens, maimed persons whose body was clothed in
Ether lives again.
A happy sight dudn't always live here. She is
bipolar, schizophrenic, calm hysteric, wrought with mental disorders
and emotional diseases. But this sight, this taste, her, she, it,
creature, woman, goddess, womb breathes in power. This fantastic root
of reality smells like abundance, looks like faith. Sounds like
heartache, sings like struggle. Taste like honey of proper healin'.
But feels like a willpower of steel.
Fantasy with Flavah, Black
Fantasy, a magic science back from the past, shot dead behind the
Throne of Ether, but her hidden children survived to live, then rose.
So Black fantasy is not only here, but was refreshed and renewed.
There are many women and men from the Black that have released their
fury of fantasy, sci-fi, magical realism, speculative fiction, comics
and have paid their dues.
I have stepped forth to do my part too.
From me to you my tales, transmissions, raw uncut emotion, visions
from my personal branch of fantasy: The Realm of Blaque Sylynce.
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