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It would be nice to look beyond this steel breeze, beyond the blanket of LEDs, but we gave up. We closed our eyes under a smoking black city that has stolen the sky, that feeds us, that tortures us. We sway along its chrome-plated streets as if we were on the edge of a blade so straight it could cut the atmosphere, because we know that inside a great joy a great melancholy is always hiding, but suddenly we realized that the memories have already come back to attack us. But he smiled at us. He smiled at us as he plundered the strong to the benefit of the weak. We didn't know anything else. But we understood that we had to descend into the bowels of the human being, discovering a universe as unique and sacred as the body he inhabits. And the memories no longer frightened us, we remembered our country, which tastes like rum and smells like raspberries, we remembered our people who unfold from themselves and to themselves in every molecule of the universe.
We remembered who we are.
We are Ares Dynamix
We remembered who we are.
We are Ares Dynamix