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 I just posted an Ed Sheeran-Be Right now Acoustic Cover, feel free to go check it out on the front page,just click on "More" and you will find the link. 

In the aftermath of a cataclysmic war, where the echoes of battle still reverberate through a desolate landscape, a lone survivor emerges from the shadows. Picture a world draped in the remnants of destruction, where the air is thick with the scent of decay, and the atmosphere is heavy with the weight of oxygenated blood. Amidst the carnage, a figure clad in a futuristic soldier's suit stands as a testament to the brutalities of conflict. His body bears the scars of war—amputated legs, a grim reminder of the sacrifices made on the battlefield. The air is a miasma of death, and the once vibrant landscape is now a haunting scene from a post-apocalyptic nightmare. In this grim tableau, where flies and bacteria revel in the aftermath, and carnivorous crows partake in a grotesque celebration, our lone warrior grapples with the dual torment of a broken body and an indomitable spirit. His heart pulses with the anguish of survival, and his eyes reflect a will to endure beyond the physical

In the depths of personal experience, there lies a tale of resilience, rebirth, and the profound dance between life and silence. Imagine, if you will, a moment frozen in time—I was merely four years old, and the world around me transformed into liquid chaos as I found myself engulfed in the embrace of the deep. As I struggled against the weight of water, a strange calm washed over me—a serenity in the midst of the storm. It was a silent battle for survival, a dance with destiny. Then, just as the waters threatened to claim their victory, a sudden intervention unfolded. My cousin, a savior in that aqueous realm, pulled me from the depths into a world of deafening silence. In the aftermath of that near-drowning, the first sensations that returned were both ethereal and grounded. The crisp intake of air, an unexpected blessing, filled my lungs with life. Yet, an unusual juxtaposition of sensations followed—simultaneous waves of cold and warmth, a surreal blend as if the very essence of my

Once upon a time, in the vast expanse of the cosmic unknown, a lone dog found itself stranded on the desolate surface of the moon. Far away from the familiar comforts of Earth, this celestial canine faced the solitude of the lunar landscape, a silent companion to the quiet mysteries of the universe. As the Earth hung like a distant jewel in the sky, our lunar rover of a dog, with fur as dark as the void, let out a mournful howl each night. It echoed through the moon's barren canyons, reverberating through the cosmic silence. The dog, missing its earthly companion, a loyal bitch left far below, communicated its longing across the astronomical distance. Now, picture yourself, a stargazer, enticed by the enigmatic howls from the moon, your curiosity piqued. What if, beyond the lunar solitude, lay a portal to uncharted territories of the mind? Intrigued, you follow the cosmic whispers, and they guide you to the virtual doors of "The Greene Tapestry." Behind these digital door