how?

"We should manifest an entirely new type of reality," said an Archlord. "We could use this to build another entrance to the place that you call a market."
"And how should you manifest this, oh erotic Archlord?" said a human.
"First we de-stabilize the entire network of porn. Then we quit the natural view. Then we enter deep trance and start to produce pictures from holy supermarkets."
"But what about the poor?"
"They will cease to exist. Doom will come."

The journey went on. Ancient singers flew over us and disappeared into the night. We could feel the vibe of our own blood, singing within our reptilian hyper-dark DNA, glowing like a lightbulb, very strongly towards a neighbouring star - completely another sphere of light. This can only be distingiushed when you are a poor.

"Shame on you. You should quit."
"Can you feel the ancient sexy shame of trees? The core current evil dark vibe, where all souls come from?" we asked. "When the tree moves itself with the wind, can you feel this powerful dark vibe?"
The archons started to laugh in a high-pitch tone. "Haha, haha," they said.

"An uncontrollable laughter," we recommended. "Not for our ears."
Our very dear tribe continued to become hollow, as we drew our empty buckets closer to the natural homosphere of closed toilets. Welcome, all!

"Sing," was a common phrase.
Used by the older sister, it was never about to happen.
"Can you believe it?" who said this? "Our diafragma collapse."