This Spiritual Art Fiction is a farewell written from inside a love that was never allowed to take its natural course.
It follows LaRòs as she looks back at the man she loved through an avatar that never felt like her own, and at the distance that no amount of longing could close.
Between the verses, the simulation itself speaks, revealing with cold precision how a heart can be engineered away from another when love threatens the design.
It moves through tenderness, humiliation and devotion, through the wish to be chosen and the slow understanding that being chosen was never the point.
What lingers is not bitterness but gratitude, for a kiss that awakened her when her essence was fading at the Thunderland bay.
Ultimately, this Spiritual Art Fiction is about letting go while love remains, and about carrying the strongest love ever measured into whatever comes next.
This poem belongs to the genre horror fantasy & fiction. The content is not at all adaptable to the personal life of the author and surrounding, nor the established planetary system, political, societal and religious. You need to be above 21 years to read it and to be in a stable emotional condition.
[NOTE: Before you journey further into this profound Spiritual Art Fiction, I invite you to ground yourself by reading “Thunderland“. This essential context will open your perception and prepare your soul for the awakening that lies ahead.]
Lost in Illusion Part 7:
Mon Amour, Until We Meet Again
Oh my love, when I saw you for the first time,
I wanted you to be mine.
I sensed this endless love and pain,
after years still sitting in this constant golden rain.
I immensly had loved you before,
I am standing in front of a closed door.
I guess I did everythinbg wrong,
you know back then I was not that strong.
I was helpless when I saw your smile,
even if it was just for a little while.
My avatar and my essence loved this man,
with this charming smile and the dark tan.
Me standing there in an avatar that is artificial and not me,
feel my energy and see.
I felt unattractive and small,
while he seemed so beautiful and tall.
My being is very beautiful and vast in true creation,
originating from a different root nation.
I could not find seducing comfort within,
being imprisoned in an avatar of a simulated kin.
My conflict was immenese,
between us this invisble fence.
Standing in front of true love, no recognition,
despite my love poem ambition.
Can you imagine if we would have left as lovers together one sweet day,
after our hair has turned grey?
We are back in true creation seeing our true selves for the first time,
maybe I am just prime.
LaRós is truly, madly, deeply in love for the first time,
let us craft around as usual a little crime.
First, compose for this special event the most beautiful love song with amour,
with a bit of sexual allure.
At this time she is very vulnerable,
if heart broken maybe not recoverable.
Program in for him the most beautiful women of all colors and shape,
date after date.
AI, create a profile of what he prefers,
so that he wont be hers.
Put on the doll the flower energetic perfume,
so there is bloom in the room.
May all his desire be fulfilled,
and his environment be thrilled.
Also hack his feelings and mind,
so that he perceives he is not anymore with LaRòs aligned.
Months later, this little mission was a great success,
he was easily fooled, did not guess,
the controllers were playing chess.
Program in his reward, some sort of casino win,
so that he can begin,
to plan a life with his doll,
playing the perfect housewife role.
The post-LaRòs program for him must be started,
cold-hearted.
My heart is crying,
there is no denying.
One day I have to leave without you,
an unchosen different rue.
Astrally you gave me so much love and pleasure,
my beloved treasure.
When creation`s star was just about to be fading away,
at the Thunderland bay.
It was creation`s heart to chose this man to give her the snow white kiss,
to awaken within her true lovine bliss.
So that she has the power to rise up once more to escape and survive,
to embark on a new real life.
It was creation´s heart who lit the love flame,
and the simulation is to blame.
Remember when I asked you to love me and to give me plaisir,
shivering in shyness and fear.
Being far, but astrally close,
says LaRòse.
I hoped for a first dance,
and a chance.
But I have to let go,
my beaux.
Goodbye my lover bye bye,
I am preparing to fly high.
Sometimes I still dream at night,
in my dream dimensions shines a bright light.
Mon amour, gives me the this snow white kiss and carries me on his strong arms,
with endless charms.
The room is dark and he carries her out of the dark room into the bright sun light,
essence LaRòs and her avatar Madame White.
Oh the poems “White deficits”, remember?
you did not understand I was a fallen ember.
“Oh my love, for 2023, 2024, 2025, 2026 and 2027 I wish you all the best,
I hope you have vacations and can rest.
I need to say it, there is no other way,
here at the Thunderland bay.
I love you from the bottom of my heart,
my beloved sweetheart.
I love you without condition,
I just have to increase my physical ambition.
My heart is crying,
there is truly no denying.
Each cell of my body hurts,
the frequency of my heart has a different hertz.
I regret my qualities do not match your high expectations,
and we don’t share a language, being of different nations.
Oh dear, your language is what I have to learn,
smooth communication is what I will earn.
Dis-moi, je t’écoute.
I will not press the button “mute”.
I see within me there are plenty of deficits,
here is my certificate of indebtedness.
Forgive me I am not what you need,
be lenient, this is what I plead.
Word of honour, I will increase my market value,
so that you can re-value.
For 4 years I miserably failed in igniting the love flame,
what a golden shame.
Please give me the chance to properly “apply”,
I try to be not so “shy”.
When is it the time to let go?
I truly do not know.
I can hardly bear anymore this painful longing,
this passionate feeling of belonging.
Que je t´aime,
how much I desire to be your femme.
Heart pain, where is the cure?
I will work on finding one, I succeed for sure.
The time has come to re-value and to decide anew,
to adopt a new, innovative view.
This endless love the essence d`amour is still eminating for him,
despite being of a different kin.
In the area there are some nature parts that hold the sexual love energy created,
reluctant to be faded.
Some kind of symbiosis,
feeling like gnosis.
The strongest love ever measured,
forever in my heart treasured.
Spirit of White, France, 17.9.2026
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